Even though my family wasn’t anti-gun, there aren’t any traditions of shooting or hunting, and I won’t get any guns passed down to me that are part of some multi-generational tradition. But that’s okay. My first gun was a gift from a special friend and still means a lot to me.
In welcoming a new contributor to Bitchin’ in the Kitchen, this bit in her first post really stuck out for me:
When Samuel was age 14, he saved up enough to buy a $500 rifle with his own money. This was no small feat. He saved for many months â€“ birthday gifts, Christmas gifts, worked at his grandfatherâ€™s farm, as well as around our house, to earn the money to pay for his gun. Itâ€™s an item of great sentimental value, and one he will keep until he decides to pass it on to his grandchildren. With that gun will go many stories of deer taken and deer missed, hunts shared with his father, cousins, uncles, and grandfathers, lessons learned, such as, working hard for something that lasted his lifetime.
Samuel is Virginia Gal’s son, and oh my goodness, there are some adorable pics that she included with the post. Check it out, and maybe I can get Granny – my mom & Virginia Gal’s friend – to talk her into sharing some good game recipes.