About a month ago my Dad went to the hospital for gall bladder surgery. Turned out he had aggressive cancer, and three days later he was gone. He was always the first one I showed my new guns to, and I liked shooting with him very much. I hadn’t touched a gun since the day he passed until today. I took my Marlin 60 out in the back yard today for a few rounds at a Mountain Dew bottle. After a few shots, I emptied the tube, picked up my stuff, and came inside. It just wasn’t the same. I don’t know if it ever will be.