My Grandad’s shotgun. Must be about 100 years old.
Coupled with my facial appearance, I definitely expect people to assume I own a pickup and hunt the most dangerous game.
Me and my brother found this by chance, reminiscing in my Grandparents’ house. We wanted to have a look at his shotgun for years growing up and my older brother wasn’t here when we found it today so it’s a glorious victory for us.
