It ain't much, but any time I go out plinking with my FIE 22lr 8-shot double-action revolver...I think about my grandpa going fishing and having this thing snug in his raw hide holster for snakes. Same with my old Ithaca Featherweight 12ga. When I pull my old single shot break-over .410 out of the closet once in a blue moon...I remember when my Dad told me how many rabbits he shot with it as a kid. I remember the story of when Grandpa gave it to him and fondly of when my Dad gave it to me. There are at least 3 guns in my collection that I will never part with. They are of little to no value, yet priceless just the same. Meticulously cared for beyond any of my modern toys. Brought out on special occasions and kept as pristine as possible. They will be passed down in the same spirit to my kids or grand kids as soon as they're mature enough to appreciate them as I do. In loving memory of my late Grandpa, "Sonny"...and my still-kickin' Pops.