Sunday, October 02, 2016
My Father's Gun
Four years. Has it only been four years since he left? It seems like forever. So much has happened in my life that he wasn't here to see. So many things that we never got to.
Well yesterday I took some time to take this old Ithaca Model 37 out to the range for some trap shooting.
It was an old Sheriff's Dept. trade-in that I found, and I put a 28" field barrel on it for him. But the trips never really happened. We were both busy back then, and moving in different directions, and the hunting trips never happened like we'd planned. We'd gone trap shooting a few times, but that was about it.
Four years ago today, this old gun became mine again. I wish it hadn't, but...
Yesterday, in his memory, I took it out to the range and busted some clays with it.
I didn't get 'em all, because I'm out of practice and I was never that good to begin with, but I got enough that I think he'd have been impressed. Maybe even proud.
Miss ya, Pop. Wish you were here.