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In 1930, my dad was 15-years-old...the Great Depression was in full swing. Dad arrived at school every day well before daylight to make sure the coal burning furnace was going and bringing in enough coal to last through the school day. During his school day, he'd feed that furnace. He was paid a nickel a day for that...twenty-five cents a week. After school, he worked in a mill for a few bucks a week. What money didn't go to help support his parents and siblings, went into a fund for something special. He finally saved up enough...about $12, I think...to buy it. That "something special" was this Stevens Model 66 bolt action .22 rifle. It has a 3-aperture rear peep sight that wasn't even patented back then. A shrouded front peephole sight sits out at the end of the barrel. My father used that gun to shoot squirrels, rabbits, and even the occasional raccoon to supplement the family's menu. He became a crack shot, and when he was 75-years-old, he could still outshoot me with the thing, and he didn't even wear glasses like I did.
Sometime in 1973, I bought dad this .357 S&W Model 28-2 Highway Patrolman and the Bianchi holster to go with it. He took this revolver everywhere he went, even on the job, which he wasn't supposed to do. If he and my mother went on a trip, the Smith went, too...either riding in the glove compartment or under the driver's seat. At home, it was either on the bedside table or right under the edge of the bed on the floor. The gun and holster both show signs of wear and use, of course. Can't ride a gun under the driver's seat or on the back of a tractor without it getting a bit beat up.
The Smith is 40-years old now, and it isn't going anywhere. I still run a few rounds through it every now and then.
Today's Father's Day. Have you called your dad today, or visited him, maybe planning a Sunday dinner or cookout with him? If you haven't, stop fooling around on this forum and spend some time with the man who's responsible for your very existence. Wish I could see my dad again, maybe have a bite to eat with him again, laugh at his corny jokes.
Maybe I'll get to do that again, one of these years.
Sometime in 1973, I bought dad this .357 S&W Model 28-2 Highway Patrolman and the Bianchi holster to go with it. He took this revolver everywhere he went, even on the job, which he wasn't supposed to do. If he and my mother went on a trip, the Smith went, too...either riding in the glove compartment or under the driver's seat. At home, it was either on the bedside table or right under the edge of the bed on the floor. The gun and holster both show signs of wear and use, of course. Can't ride a gun under the driver's seat or on the back of a tractor without it getting a bit beat up.
The Smith is 40-years old now, and it isn't going anywhere. I still run a few rounds through it every now and then.
Today's Father's Day. Have you called your dad today, or visited him, maybe planning a Sunday dinner or cookout with him? If you haven't, stop fooling around on this forum and spend some time with the man who's responsible for your very existence. Wish I could see my dad again, maybe have a bite to eat with him again, laugh at his corny jokes.
Maybe I'll get to do that again, one of these years.
