Originally Posted by Tackleman
My dad bought a Winchester model 12 right after he got out of the army in 1947. It was a 16 gauge and I wanted a 16 too. For Christmas 1959 he bought me an Ithaca 37, 16. I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Married my college sweetheart in 63 and a year later her a-hole brother broke into my house and stole all my guns. He fenced them to some pawn shop and I never saw them again. Hated that chit head to this day.


Never did get along with my brother-in-law. The guy drinks too much. But... damn... you sure did top that.


"Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though checkered by failure, than to take rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy much nor suffer much" Teddy Roosevelt