King Rat
06-12-2022, 06:48 AM
One thing the Left well never understand is America's love of guns and traditions. They make us all out to be something else. (I won't go into all that now_
Last year my Brother passed away. He loved the outdoors. He loved adventure. Never one to wear a suit and tie, sitting behind a desk would have killed him. When he came home to Virginia from the Navy, He had nothing, broke, but he saved up for a Old International 4 wheel Scout, packed his bags and headed West. Made it to Utah. Started working as a High Rise Steel worker. Then his buddy just took the wrong step and went down. Shook him up pretty bad. He then took a job rounding up wild Horses, was a Guided on the Grand Canyon River rafts and later became a Forrest Fighter.
When he passed away, I spoke to his wife. She asked me what to do with all his guns. She said I could have all of them. Nice guns and he loved his CZ's especially. I told her no, to sell them and I would help her get the right price and show her how to do it. I told her, please do not ever sell his first shotgun. The one he shot his first deer with in Virginia/North Carolina (we can only use shotguns, no rifles in the South). I remember those wonderful fall days when we were just kids, enjoying the woods and hunting. We had such a grand time together. I remember the day he killed two Bucks.
She said, Oh, no, I would never sell that gun. He kept in over the fireplace. I also said please do not sell the Winchester Mdl 100 my Dad gave me when he returned from Vietnam when I was a kid. I gave it to him, before he departed to the West.
She also said of the old Bolt Action Shotgun. Sunny, had a great friend that was a Artist. After his death he told her to gather the things he cherished the most and he would do a Painting for her. In the Painting you see the Old gun, a baseball his passion. (Capt of the Varsity Baseball team in High School when he was just a sophomore.(hell of a great 2nd baseman). And his glasses and a History book. A box filled with Trinkets which he loved to save. He was a simple man, that love guns, hunting, fishing and his Family. And he loved the US.
That Old Bolt Action Shotgun might worth $50 bucks. But to his wife, his kids and to me, it is a a Memory of good times that you can't put a price on.
He left behind a Son that did two tours in Afghanistan with the Army. And on in the Navy currently station near Iraq.
His ashes were placed in the "Wind River". His special place on Earth.
God Bless America and the freedom to own and bear firearms.
https://i.imgur.com/RkWj48N.jpg?1
The Little guy next to the Wheel of the Truck
https://i.imgur.com/NARPuqZ.jpg?2
Last year my Brother passed away. He loved the outdoors. He loved adventure. Never one to wear a suit and tie, sitting behind a desk would have killed him. When he came home to Virginia from the Navy, He had nothing, broke, but he saved up for a Old International 4 wheel Scout, packed his bags and headed West. Made it to Utah. Started working as a High Rise Steel worker. Then his buddy just took the wrong step and went down. Shook him up pretty bad. He then took a job rounding up wild Horses, was a Guided on the Grand Canyon River rafts and later became a Forrest Fighter.
When he passed away, I spoke to his wife. She asked me what to do with all his guns. She said I could have all of them. Nice guns and he loved his CZ's especially. I told her no, to sell them and I would help her get the right price and show her how to do it. I told her, please do not ever sell his first shotgun. The one he shot his first deer with in Virginia/North Carolina (we can only use shotguns, no rifles in the South). I remember those wonderful fall days when we were just kids, enjoying the woods and hunting. We had such a grand time together. I remember the day he killed two Bucks.
She said, Oh, no, I would never sell that gun. He kept in over the fireplace. I also said please do not sell the Winchester Mdl 100 my Dad gave me when he returned from Vietnam when I was a kid. I gave it to him, before he departed to the West.
She also said of the old Bolt Action Shotgun. Sunny, had a great friend that was a Artist. After his death he told her to gather the things he cherished the most and he would do a Painting for her. In the Painting you see the Old gun, a baseball his passion. (Capt of the Varsity Baseball team in High School when he was just a sophomore.(hell of a great 2nd baseman). And his glasses and a History book. A box filled with Trinkets which he loved to save. He was a simple man, that love guns, hunting, fishing and his Family. And he loved the US.
That Old Bolt Action Shotgun might worth $50 bucks. But to his wife, his kids and to me, it is a a Memory of good times that you can't put a price on.
He left behind a Son that did two tours in Afghanistan with the Army. And on in the Navy currently station near Iraq.
His ashes were placed in the "Wind River". His special place on Earth.
God Bless America and the freedom to own and bear firearms.
https://i.imgur.com/RkWj48N.jpg?1
The Little guy next to the Wheel of the Truck
https://i.imgur.com/NARPuqZ.jpg?2