My grandpa's hunting rifle.

Trey Veston

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Along with the dozens of fine rifles and pistols I inherited from my father, I also inherited my grandfather's hunting rifle. Notice I didn't say "a" hunting rifle, or "one of his" hunting rifles. Nope. My grandfather was the complete opposite of my father whereas my father made a living out of collecting, buying, and selling thousands of fine firearms over the years as well as had dozens made for him by the finest gunsmiths around, my grandfather was a strict minimalist.

For about 50 years, he only owned three firearms for hunting just about everything in Idaho. All three are Remington models, and all three are semi-automatics. For trap line duties, rabbits, squirrels and other small game, he had a Remington Speedmaster in .22 Short.

For pheasants, grouse, turkeys, and waterfowl, he had a Remington Sportsman 12ga shotgun.

And for coyotes, deer, elk, moose, and bear, he had a Remington 740 in .30-06.

The rifle is like a time capsule from the 50's. My dad loved to have the nicest rifles and fancy gunsmithing. My grandpa saw guns as tools and treated them as such. His 740 shows where he re-applied some varnish on the stock and got it on the receiver and buttplate and didn't bother to wipe it off. He wrapped pink trail-marking tape around the leather sling so he wouldn't lose the rifle in the woods. It is by no means pretty or fancy, but it has taken dozens of big-game animals over the years. In fact, I have the rack of one of the whitetail deer he shot with it.

I love guns with honest wear and that have interesting stories behind them.
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The rack...

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Nice. My maternal grandfather had guns, and my mom wasn't happy that her brother "got" them all when Grandpa died. It'd be nice to have a gun with some history in addition to the one I received from my father-in-law. That's a nice 740.
 
My grandfather would paint everything he had that looked like a gun or even did not look like a gun with spar varnish from top to bottom. Guns were tools that provided food.
The .35 Remington 336 I bought from a Michigan seller on GB recoated the walnut in Spar Varnish.

The person did a pretty good job, too. :thumbup:

Great story @Trey Veston! Your Grandfather seems a lot like mine with his simplicity and purchase of long-lasting guns for regular use. (My Grandfather had a few more guns in his cabinet to choose from, though.)

Stay safe.
 
Thank you for sharing Trey. That's an awesome keepsake. It's in darn nice shape too for something that was considered just a tool. It looks well loved. Cool to see the swing away scope mount, you don't see those much.
 
My grandparents had a nice but modest collection of old winchesters and remingtons, they were minimalist type people as well and when they gave up hunting they earmarked a couple guns for me and a cousin, apparently the win 94 30-30 that was to be mine wound up with some meth head in Nebraska, broke into their storage unit. Would have loved to inherit a rifle from my grandparents, I never took any deer with that gun but I shot at one when I was 10 and spent plenty of time in the woods with it. I was bumming to say the least when my cousin got the Remington 700 and my gram said "sorry dusty, our storage unit gut busted into and the 30-30 is gone, otherwise you'd be holding it right now". 😔

But you are very fortunate to have such strong connections and memories with your family amplified by such fine heirlooms.
 
I've managed to collect everybody's shotguns. Paternal grandfather's M10 Remington, Maternal grandfather's Auto 5, step grandfather's 1897 and a Auto 5 both 16g, and another Auto 5 and a Beretta A391 from my two uncles. Ties to the past.
 
I hope you take it hunting and make some more memories with it.
My grandad was more like your father. He had multiple choices in just about any caliber to use when I started hunting. I was still a minor and was never legally adopted so my aunts and uncles claimed all of his guns when he died. I didn’t get a single one. Most of them I haven't missed but there are a couple I sure wish I had.
 
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