I have a closet full of shooting irons. Most, like me, are considered classics or at least vintage. All of the closet queens are WWII era. With the exception of the Swedish Mauser, the Win model 73 in 38-40, and the pre 64 Win 30-30, all are 30-06.

I recently traded 100 pounds of lead ingots got an old Marlin Model 10 single shot 22. It takes up less room than the buckets of lead and allows me to shoot tree rats with Calibri's. I still have about 100 lbs of lead wheel weights waiting for me to get bored enough to melt down.

I also have 7 or 8 pistols of different calibers but am not much good with short guns. Most are 40+ years old and go from 22 through 45 ACP.

I very rarely shoot these guns but none are for sale.

I recently bought a Ruger American in 270. I had a scope around that I put on it and it shoots pretty well. I don't anymore. I can't really get used to the idea of plastic clips and stocks. I know they are called "composites" but to me they are still plastic. I still prefer wood and steel. That is the only new in the box gun that I have bought in many years.

With the exception of the 22's, I reload everything. When I got the 270 I bought new dies, brass, bullets, etc. That gets expensive. I have many thousands of dollars in reloading gear and components. Someday all of this stuff goes to my only Grandson who hunts and likes to reload. I started teaching him when he was about 5 years old. At that time he sat in a deer stand with me. He had his BB gun and I had my 30-06. He got to take the first shot and if it wasn't a clean kill, I had to finish them off with my 30-06. His Mom, my daughter, just bought him a Quigley 45/120 with a set trigger. That sucker is heavy but doesn't kick much. I tried it but can't get used to the set triggers. Like me, he's a gun junkie.

I've known for some time that I have way too much shooting stuff.

Last edited by Dave Davidson1; 04/06/15 05:56 AM.

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