Today I’m disassembling my grandfather’s Winchester model 62 pump action to clean and re blue it. As I wiped away the decades of grime and build up, I was flooded with memories of shooting it with him as a child. I imagined him doing the same as a boy with his father, and someday me with my boys. I can’t help but tear up when I think of the generations of men who have made, and will make, warm memories with this old gallery gun. I hope that one day my future grandson will strip it down, wipe away the grime and reflect on how it got there.