It has to be the Savage '99 .300 my Pop gave me 8 years ago before he passed on. I'd admired that rifle since I was old enough to traipse along behind him deer hunting. I remember, what I thought, horrific boom it made when he'd spotted a big 4 point Mule deer and dropped him. Mom had given that rifle to Pop in '47, it still shoots dead on too. Remembering that smell of Hoppe's in the kitchen when he cleaned it, that same smell today sure brings back some memories. I shoot it once in awhile, get teary eyed when I'm loading it, thinking of him, I sure miss you Pop.