By Elliotte Want III
As the Rifleman’s Creed begins, “This is my rifle. There are many others like it, but this one is mine.” It is an old, bolt-action, .22LR Remington Scoremaster. It has a single 6-round magazine, a scratched and beaten wood stock, and iron-sights. There’s a screw from around the magazine well that I had to replace with a regular screw. It’s even old enough that it doesn’t have a serial number on it (something that was an occasional headache in college, but more on that later). Despite it’s simple nature, and likely low market value, this little rifle has become a priceless family heirloom . . .
This rifle once belonged to my grandfather who, as far as I know, is the one who first bought it. Although he and I share the same name (along with my father), I never met my grandfather. He died of cancer a few years before I was born.
This rifle, along with a scoped hunting rifle was rediscovered by my father while cleaning out the attic of my grandparents’ house. I was in elementary school when it was relocated to my parent’s house and hidden away in their bedroom. Like most any …read more
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