I have a few that are quite special. The first is my maternal grandfather's M37 Winchester. Its just a simple single shot 16 gauge, with no finish left on the metal and very little on the wood. But it has accounted for un-numbered meals for us through the years. I shot my first quail with it, and my first deer. It still does yeoman service around the house as the "back door gun" protecting the chicken house from critters. Its all the more special now, since we lost the old man in May of this year. The second also belonged to my grandfather. A New Haven 251c automatic 22. I never got to use it until I was a teen, since pap thought the shotgun was "safer" for a kid to use! But, I've killed many, many squirrels and rabbits with it. Another favorite came from a cousin, who I hold in high regard. An old 1897 Winchester 12 gauge, with 30" full choke barrel. It was built in 1914, and I used it to take one of the few gobblers I've killed, and I used an old paper-hulled #6 Winchester shell to do it! While all the aforementioned guns hold a special place in my heart, I saved the best for last: Dad's M700 '06. Old meat-on-the-table, as I call her. It's a plain, press checkered ADL sporting a Williams peep sight. Mother bought it for Dad on their first wedding anniversary, several years ago. When my wife and I moved to the farm right after we married, Dad decreed that my old 30-30 wouldn't shoot across my hayfields, and gave me the old girl. I was admonished strongly to take good care of her, and never sell her off. So far, I've done just that and she's never failed to put meat on the ground for me. I'm still using up his stock of old Remington 180grn round-nosed core-lokt ammo, but I'm coming to the end of it now.
Mac