Uh oh.
Dad had a couple of shotguns hanging in a locked closet. And when I was old enough, my 22 and then 7x57 hung next to them. I don't recall messing around in that closet before "my" rifles were there (11 or 12?). I knew where the key was, but needed a chair to reach it. Just let it be.
When "my" rifles were hung, I'd go in there. Maybe 13 years old? I was refinishing a stock, and the freshly blued barreled action was in there. I'd take my scoped 7x57 out and bore sight it at the car taillights across the road, swab the bore...
Couldn't hunt deer in michigan until I was 14. Dad used my rifle when I was 13, and when I pulled it out in the spring of my 14th year, I about blew a gasket when I found some rust on the trigger guard. Sad memory of that 'conversation'.
The only gun of dad's I ever fondled with was the SxS that I use today. Loved that thing. Could care less about that ugly pump gun. I remember having to lay the double on my lap to lever open the bore. I always wiped it down.
One time, I was 21 or 22, and my mom and dad were out of town, I was on break from college, I fished out my dad's 686 (he got some handguns as he got older) and bought a box of .38 special, went with a friend to a range. Cleaned it up and put it away with the left over ammo. Never was mentioned.
Always treated them with respect, never "showed off" except one time....
I typed out details, and decided against posting. Just plain stupid.
Lock up the guns.
Thanks for the forum.
Soakers, doing everything in my power to not act that way anymore.