Yesterday I went to my grandfather's house like I do every Monday, while there I asked about borrowing his 1940 Remington 141 Gamemaster in 35 Rem because I thought I may be testing some brass for Grumpa.
I remember him telling me about this firearm, it was his grandfather's, which makes the rifle my Great Great Grandfather's... as a kid I remember the stories of GG grampa shooting deer to support the family and being able to hit running deer. Gramps always gets that far away look when he talks about his grandfather and the tag along he was as a kid...
This is the same rifle as a 12 year old I carried and could barely reach the pump as I trailed gramps through the woods in search of whitetails. I have never shot a deer with it but it holds fond memories with me.
So he brings it down and says "This rifle does me no good sitting in the cabinet, take it home you can have it"
I damn near cried, here it is: