Dad's old Mauser. He bought it specifically for Moose hunting, and when he finally got his chance in 69, it didn't let him down. 'Shot my first deer with that rifle, in what turned out to be Dad's last hunt-he died the next spring. A trigger job and glass bedding turned this ugly old warhorse into a stone cold tack driver. Dropped a doe at 365 yards with my son watching on one of our early hunts. It's getting a little heavy, but I still carry it to honor my father's memory. My second one would be my beloved 99. Pretty tough to beat the best lever action ever made bar none.
