I saw someone post on a forum about their Grandfather’s gun and it got me thinking about my own Grandfather’s firearm. My Grandfather passed away when I was a very young child and my only vivid memories are of him lying in a bed dying of cancer. When I was old enough to be out with a gun on my own my mother allowed me to hunt with her father’s single shot 12 gauge shotgun after some instruction from my father. It was not in great shape when I started using it and I didn’t do it any favors. The gun was a Wards Hercules and probably sold for $15-20 when it was brand new. Since the bluing is now brown and the stock filled with scratches and dings it probably is still not worth more than $50-75 and most people would pass it by sitting in a gun store or pawn shop. No matter what the gun means the world to me. I don’t shoot it anymore although I could. Perhaps at some point in the future I’ll pull it out and take it to a turkey shoot or on a range visit. It will probably never see the hillsides I sat on as a boy hunting squirrels or the top of the old barn on a Sunday afternoon waiting on groundhogs to make an appearance in the garden, but just knowing I have my Grandfather’s old 12 gauge makes me feel like my Grandfather is still here even if he died almost 42 years ago. The gun may be worth very little to others, but to me it is priceless!