I already have more ammo than I could shoot in a lifetime.Started reloading with my grandfather when I was a kid. Had some cool stuff, complete Winchester and Stevens collections, Shootzens, Winerocks, few flip breech 45-70s in museum condition with the armory stamp still on the stock etc...I hunted with a 32-20 Winchester lever action out of that collection as well as a sporterized 6.5mm Jap he cut the bolt handle off and forged it to a spoon shape that curved around the scope and silver soldered it back on, he made his own stocks with a signature cheek rest. So many rifles growing up, some military too but most were collectors stuff. I got to shoot them all when ever I wanted. I was very close with him and miss him greatly. He was also a photographer, wrote for several outdoor mags that he did his own photos for,(developed and printed too) gun smith, mechanical engineer, farmer, master wood worker, one of very few pilots with an unrestricted lic. with only 1 eye (kicked out with an ice skate a a kid) Machineist (built liquid oxy trailers in our barn) He also machined his own gun parts when he needed them. He did so much I wish I could do a tenth of it.
I found a gun in the eves of our bard when I was a kid too. I went down to ask him about it and he told me it was just an old ad for Segrams and not real. Well I knew that sign and a real gun from a fake one and told him that wasn't it. This gun was so covered with dust you really couldn't see it unless you were a kid crawling out there exploring and bumped into it. He asked me to bring it to him, and much to his surprise it was a real gun. We cleaned it up together, knowing not to clean too much and destroy the value, but we did do a complete disassembly and cleaning. Turned out to be a Pennsylvania Kentucky rifle with a full length tiger striped maple stock inlaid from one end to the other with silver,, German silver, and brass. Not one inlay damaged or missing! It hung on the wall for years but when he died my grandmother gave it to an uncle I haven't seen in many years not knowing what it meant to me. To me it was priceless having restored it with my grandfather.
