I set off for my camp to hunt rabbits today. It began to rain hard and things did not look good. I decided to tough it out, so Candy ( my beagle) and I went out anyway. I was carrying my grandfathers Wards Hercules .16 single. I try to use it and harvest somthing with it in his honor. The rain finally let up and Candy started smoking the bunnies. As I waited for the circle on a long chase, I looked down at my Paps old gun and I got that overwhelming sense that he was right there beside me. Lots of guys have posted the same feeling, but until it happens to you you just don't know how it feels. This is a pic from when we got home, its already dark.