Maybe, in heaven, we get to go hunting again with our fathers and grandfathers. Lead shot allowed, pipe smoke in the air, paper shells, thermos of sweeten coffee for the cold days, shoot until the Black ducks are safe in the night, old dogs, long gone, to do the retrieve. That my kind of heaven.
Poetic, Jon; that's a pretty nice description of heaven.
True, too, about the verification of alterations. I have a letter from the Savage Repair Department that mentions my Sterlingworth 12ga by serial number. Apparently it was sent with a list of repair charges (long gone) but I have no way of knowing what repairs (if any) were done at the factory or whether the owner saw the prices and then carried the gun down the street to Bubba's shop.
