Best thing I ever did was let my grandfather know I had interest in only a single gun of his. I isn't valuable, just means something to both he and I on a personal level. When he passed there was no question where it would go. Later it was all but destroyed in a fire - it was like I had lost him all over again. It was simply a twisted and mangled piece of metal. I couldn't bring myself to toss it out even though it was destroyed. I approached someone I know that worked on guns and he performed what I didn't think was even remotely possible. I wish I had a picture of if after the fire, but I don't. It a Steven's model 22/410 over-and-under, break action, single shot. It isn't functional anymore (we ground down the firing pin to ensure it would never be used again, but other than that it works) but I have something tangible to put my hands on. I killed my first squirrel with this gun and was the first "real" gun I ever shot. It was his "go to" squirrel gun as well. The pic is AFTER the fire when I got it back from being salvaged (that doesn't do it justice what was done). Essentially I gave the guy the receiver and the barrels where connected to the receiver but had separated from each other and had curled like you had tried to pull them apart! This is one of my prized possessions - worthless to everyone else, priceless to me.
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