My Dad bought my Grandparents farm from them about 10 years ago when they decided to move into an assisted-living complex. My grandfather died in 2004 at the age of 93 (Grandma is still alive at 93!). He was a big horse guy, and bred and used Percheron draft horses on the farm -well into his 80's.
A month ago on Thanksgiving Day, I was getting some stuff out of the freezer in the basement washroom when I noticed what looked like a gun behind the door leading to the garage. Sure enough, it was an old bolt action .22 rifle- just covered in dust and cobwebs. looks like it has been there 30 years. Dad didn't even know it was there, and told me to just take it home with me.
Nothing valuable, it is a Stevens Model 86C .22 rifle. Looks very old & grubby, but it functions perfectly and has a perfect bore.
The only gun I have from my Grandpa- I can only imagine how many skunks, racoons, and squirrels that were dispatched using this old .22 (that were bothering the Percherons).
It is my most valuable gun!
John
Here is a pic of Grampa with "Butch" about 20 years ago. By the way, My Grampa stood 6' 2" tall. I believe that Butch was at 2200 pounds when they weighed him this day.