I love my Dad dearly, but sometimes I really wonder about him.
One of the guns in the house when I was a kid was my Grandpa's (on my mother's side) old Mossberg .22 single shot. This was the Grandfather I never really knew, as he passed away when I was 5. I never heard talk of him being any kind of major shooter or hunter, but he had this old gun. Just a plain, vanilla type .22. When I moved out in 1991, it was where I left it, in the corner of my bedroom closet, clean and oiled. I forgot about it in the natural progression of career, marriage, fatherhood, and life in general etc.
Fast forward to the present. My 15 year old son likes shooting and hunting. I've had him out with most of my rifles and shotguns, and this year got him into the Junior Smallbore program at my club. All of a sudden I remember the old .22. I think my son would enjoy shooting the old gun, so I inquire to my Dad as to if it is still there.
Well, it seems that there was a rabbit eating the lettuce plants in the garden, so he took it out to try to get him. He then left the gun out in the garage/shop. ABOUT 8 -10 YEARS AGO (he can't remember exactly.) What is it about this generation of people born in the Depression, that if something gets in their gardens, they act like an enemy army is invading and declare all out war on it? I mean a rabbit eating a dollar and a half worth of lettuce causes them to totally loose their minds? You may deduce that this isn't the first time he's done this, and you would be correct. But in the past it always involved assorted BB or pellet guns, which I suppose I can understand a cavalier attitude about their care. (He ruined my first Red Ryder, if you must know.) But a real gun? Not to mention we live in the middle of the suburbs, where discharging a firearm will get you a quick audience will the law enforcement types. Bear in mind, my Dad is not some ignorant clodhopper. We're talking about an educated man who raised a family, owned and operated a very successful business, and has been a respected member of the community for all of his life. Aside from this one thing, I have nothing but the utmost respect and admiration for him. He really is the best Dad ever! But this!?
Anyhow, I found it, standing up at the end of the bench, in a stack of pipes. 2x4's and assorted other garbage. Time, hot, cold, humidity, sawdust, and God only knows what else had taken its toll. I have included some pics.
Anyhow, I'm currently working over things with CLP, WD40, and fine steel wool. We're starting to clean up. I think I might cob together a set of aperture target sights for the old girl, and spend the summer shooting it with my son. And I'm keeping it in my own safe now!