When I was 3 1/2 my Grandpa died. Fast forward 15 years I was graduating high school. My Mema was one of these ladies that you would never think for a second she had a gun of any kind in her house. For graduation she gave me this .22 that belonged to Grandpa. A Winchester Model 290. It was such a great surprise to me that she had thought to save it for me for 15 years. A couple of years ago my wife contacted a friend who does leatherwork and had him make this sling with both mine and Grandpa’s initials stamped in it. This rifle means more to me than any other in my safe.