letmeoutpax
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Over Thanksgiving we were at my parents house with my cousin who is almost 20 years older than I am. He was telling stories about deer hunting in his usual hilarious way. The conversation turned to his shotgun and then he segued to how he had been the keeper of our grandfather's gun for many years. Big Ray died when I was just a wee lad in the early 70's. All I know about him are stories and a few pictures. In one he is standing next to a sailfish he caught. In another he is pushing me around in a wheelbarrow. My cousin, who is also named Ray, said wait a minute, and returned with a gun case. He pulled out a Browning Auto 5 with glossy wood and satin steel. He said "This was Big Ray's shotgun and I'm passing it to you". My grandfather was known more for his social network than for being a super serious sportsman, but open water fishing and waterfowling are on the more sociable side aren't they. When I held that shotgun I felt a link with my grandfather that I never felt before. I still feel like it's his gun and I'm just keeping it safe.
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