One of my Grandfathers was a dairy farmer and didn't know much about guns. He had a Mossberg bolt action 16 gauge and in the kitchen closet was a cigar box full of shells for it. Some sixes, some fours, some no. 1 buck maybe a few others.
My other Grandfather was a fisherman and hunted game for the larder quite a bit, taking deer, ducks and geese, grouse (shot sitting) and the occasional hare.
He had an old dog-legged single shot 12 that he just loved to death and used for all of his "patridge shootin" He shot deer and waterfowl with an old long barrelled Model 10 Rem pump that was "as long as he was" my Dad always said. He too had a cigar box full of mixed shells that two wars and a depression had taught him to use sparingly. My Dad still has these guns.
He used these same two guns and the same hunting knife, his whole life. I have his knife.
It is a constant reminder of my needless excess :>).