I remember my dad telling me decades ago how it was such quality because it was old enough to have forged parts rather than machined.
I am nearly certain I don’t have easy access to a photo of it, but it was a classic look. Bolt action rifle with a dark barrel, all wood body and stock, modest scope, and a leather carrying strap.
I don’t really admire the look of guns any more than I might with something like a power drill. But in this case it’s associated with nice memories of when Dad let me shoot the big rifle from grandpa, or just hiking through the woods with my dad while he was the one carrying it.
For some background, I’m obviously American, but I also had an early childhood out in the country. I mean “I played in the corn field that bordered my giant back yard” country. I knew the farmer too, because he’d let my dad hunt on his land. Sometimes we’d hang out in his house and BS on the way in or out.
I remember my dad telling me decades ago how it was such quality because it was old enough to have forged parts rather than machined.
I am nearly certain I don’t have easy access to a photo of it, but it was a classic look. Bolt action rifle with a dark barrel, all wood body and stock, modest scope, and a leather carrying strap.
I don’t really admire the look of guns any more than I might with something like a power drill. But in this case it’s associated with nice memories of when Dad let me shoot the big rifle from grandpa, or just hiking through the woods with my dad while he was the one carrying it.
For some background, I’m obviously American, but I also had an early childhood out in the country. I mean “I played in the corn field that bordered my giant back yard” country. I knew the farmer too, because he’d let my dad hunt on his land. Sometimes we’d hang out in his house and BS on the way in or out.