I live in a very rural area in western oregon. I’m the 7th generation to live in the area I do, so you could imagine there would be a few stories floating around about past generations. I mainly got the stories of my grandfather. And they always seemed to have something to do with his rifle.
My grandfather religiously carried his model 94 winchester 44 mag. And whether the stories were true or not, I was told he was an excellent shot. Many many wonderful stories and I always felt as though I needed to live up to them/him. I always shot the rifle and kept it close. In 2011, 2 days before Christmas my home was robbed. My grandfather’s rifle was gone. It was worn out and old but it had more sentimental value than I could ever explain, and I had to face my father Christmas eve and tell him I lost HIS father’s rifle. It was very emotional and tears were shed. I thought he would never forgive me.
3 years later I was getting married. My father stopped by one night with an early wedding present for my fiancé and i. He brought two boxes in the house that said Henry on the top. I was over joyed! I couldn’t believe it. I opened the first box and saw your Golden Boy .22 caliber rifle. How wonderful. My father got us matching .22 rifles. When I thanked him he insisted I opened the second box. Inside was your .44 mag. Rifle. It was just like my grandfather’s. Only beautiful, new, and mine to make my own stories with. It was something I knew I could cherish forever and someday my grandchildren could hear stories about. And give to their children. I couldn’t help it but it choked me up and thoughts of that day still do today.
Sentiments aside. Your rifle and I have an understanding with each other that came instantly and natural. It is with me everyday and is shot at least twice if not three times a week. I load my own ammo, just for it, and take the utmost care of it. It is so well built and well balanced of a gun that it brings never ending joy just holding it! Getting to shoot my rifle is a plus! Haha.
I just wanted to thank you ( and all of your employees ) from the bottom of my heart for building a new piece for my heart, that I lost with my grandfather’s .44. You’ll never know what your rifle did for me that day, and everyday a feel it by my side. Thank you thank you thank you.