My Granddad. Ww2 vet, came home, became an accountant and a gunsmith. He taught me lots. My parents were antigun (at the time..later years that changed), so Granddad took me under his wing, taught me how to handle firearms, how to shoot, how to work on, and how to reload.
I lived with him every summer all through elementary school through my Junior year in high school (by which time I found out girls and partying were more fun), and we fixed, worked on, and built many many a rifle and pistol. He had very early Lee reloading gear..old first run Pro 1000, single stage press, mechanical scales..etc. taught me the basics, and more importantly PATIENCE when dealing with that dang pro-1000!
One of biggest regrets in my life. The time came for him to sell his farm, go into assisted living. He offered me all his lathes, mills, tools, bluing tanks (and stocks of no longer avaliable chemicals)..everything need to build a rifle from scratch. At the time, I was just married, broke, had no room to put everything (my dumb azz should have rented a storage unit to keep till I did have room)..so I told him let it go to auction..turn it into cash.
Dumb dumb move on my part. It all got dimes to the dollar at auction. Few people even knew what the stuff was for. Dang shame!
But anyway...I miss my Granddad. Truly, they were the greatest generation!