Tomorrow is opening day of gun season here in western NC. I'm taking my dad's 1969 model 336 in 35 Remington. It's the first centerfire rifle I learned to shoot and the first rifle I deer hunted with as a kid, although I never got anything with it. I lost my dad back in February this year and I miss him dearly. I'm praying I get to take a deer or two with it this season to honor his memory. Every time I look at it, I'm reminded of our times in the woods together when I was young. My best memories with my dad are when he was carrying that rifle. The only thing I've done to it is add a small scope because my contact lenses make it difficult for me to focus on open sights anymore (except for peep sights). Can't wait to get in the stand with it in the morning!