[Lilred]

While i reckon i'm technically still a "youngster", i've given it alot of thought.
Ya know, I remember when I was a youngun, lookin at my pop cleanin them guns with care and pride, thinkin, one day I might be cleanin them guns..i can kill big bucks with em! I would watch him fer hours on end. Sometimes he'd tell a story, er sing a blugrass song.

And there has been so many times while i'm cleanin them same guns to git my 10 yr old so sit down with me, learn a lil somethin, or just enjoy huntin stories my pop told me. Yeah right..caint take his eyes offa the simpsons long enough, er play that dammed ole xbox his grandma bought him. ( i flatly refused to spend nary a penny on games and such) And i've sat there with a half hurt/half confused look and wondered...when he gits these guns..is he really gonna appreciatte em? He gonna wind up git hard up fer money and sell to the first redneck that comes along? What's gonna become of "my pop" when i'm gone?

I thinkin that I might give him one, maybe 2. But.. I'm thinkin I might just sell em when I git older..to a kid who's been gittin up hay fer a yr to save up fer his first gun ta hunt with. Even iffin a 2000$ gun goes fer 40$, I dont care. The way I see it, its times like that, when you truly appreciatte whatcha got. I know i did.
There's approximatley 39 lines carved in a stock of that ole fox double..and iffin the good lord is willin, I'll kill more bucks to add to them scratchins. They started in 1935, when my pop was a youngun, and I hope, somebody after me...will keep on scratchin..till the year 2035 or more. That would mean more to me...than my son, flesh and blood er not, would sell it, and them scratches would fade away.