Classic Hunting Guns: The Guns of Our Fathers

Larry Case

It’s just an old .22 rifle. If your eyes glanced over it in a gun store or pawn shop, I doubt you would even stop and pick it up. Years of hard wear, not abuse, took most of the bluing. The stock is nice wood, but nothing special. The scope is an old ¾-inch tube and probably looks funny by today’s standards, but friend, I would like to see all the game in one pile that this rifle has taken.

My father was a child of the Great Depression and was raised in a house full of kids in conditions most would consider “poor.” His family farmed the land and lived close to it. They didn’t necessarily hunt and fish to survive, but the food hunting and fishing provided certainly made things easier.

The rabbits and squirrels and grouse (they didn’t have many deer back then), he and his Dad and brothers brought in were very welcome additions to the larder. You didn’t have philosophical discussions about whether hunting was right or wrong back then. If you wanted meat on the table you took your rifle or shotgun and went to the woods. After my father died, sometimes I would go to the gun case and look at his .22 rifle, a Model 34 Remington. For reasons I can’t explain, I did not want to take it home with me. All of his guns and knives and other outdoor trappings just seemed to belong there at his house. It didn’t feel right to remove them. Slowly, I started to take a piece with me now and then. As if he was leaving there, but not all at once. I know, it doesn’t make sense to me either.

His father’s Remington Model 34 continues to take squirrels each fall. Larry Case Photo

The Model 34

Remington made the Model 34 .22 caliber bolt-action rifle from 1932 to 1935, and I am told it has always been known as a shooter, a tack-driving rifle that a hunter could take to the woods with confidence. The rifle is famous for its reliability as it has a shell carrier in the action that raises the cartridge from the tubular magazine and places it perfectly in line for the chamber, every time. In all the years I handled this rifle, I can’t remember it ever malfunctioning.

My Dad was a shooter, a rifleman. He got his early training in the woods and on the riverbank, plinking squirrel heads and tiny sycamore balls, high in the treetops.

“The Case boys could always shoot,” he told me once, as if to explain the legacy I was to carry on. What he learned in the woods went on to serve him well on a U. S. Army Rifle team where he helped his squad win more than one match with the M1 Garand.

I regret that I do not know when he acquired this rifle. It is one of a thousand things I should have asked him but didn’t. I guess he will tell me one day, but I do know that for more than 50 years it was his squirrel rifle and most trusted tool. He was some kind of deadly with it. I can see him waiting for me at the truck, a limit of squirrels carefully laid out on the tailgate, showcasing how they were all head-shot.

What the author’s father learned in the woods went on to serve him well on a U. S. Army Rifle team where he helped his squad win matches with an M1 Garand. Larry Case Photo

Legacy

As hunters and shooters, we treasure the guns of our fathers, other relatives and longtime companions that have gone before us. We see the rifles and shotguns they carried as the closest bond we can still have with them. Hunting with their guns is our best connection while still on this earth.

All over the country there are classic firearms sitting in homes. Sometimes forgotten, sometimes not, they are occasionally brought out to remember our teachers and mentors who took us to the woods so many years ago. A young man makes a habit of going to visit a Model 12 shotgun in the back of a bedroom closet. Sometimes he takes it out and sits at the base of a big white oak, just like he used to do with Dad. An older fellow stares at an old A5 Browning shotgun and a Model 94 Winchester .30-30 rifle through the glass of the gun case. How long ago was it that his grandad put him on a deer stand in Pocahontas County with that rifle? Where did the years go?

A teenage girl walks to her stand with the Model 70 .30/06 given to her by a favorite uncle. The rifle is familiar as an old friend and gives her the confidence to face whatever the day may bring. Like all of us who hunt with guns that were handed down by those that taught us, it is more than just the gun, a piece of wood and steel. The one who gave it to us is there, by our side, still helping, instructing and reassuring us in our adventure.

Oh yeah, I’m gonna take that ol’ Remington out to the woods. Everybody but the squirrels can appreciate that, I think.

All over the country there are classic firearms sitting in homes that still get taken to the woods and put through their paces each season. Larry Case Photo