This is a picture of my Winchester Model 94, chambered in .22 LR with a fixed 4x scope. My folks were stationed in Japan in the 1970s, and, at that time, Tokyo employed many skilled metal workers whose work was available at a fraction of the cost as that of their U.S. counterparts. When my mom got pregnant, my old man was so sure it was a boy, he decided to splurge and had the rifle engraved as a future gift to his son. Mom gave birth to a stillborn baby girl a few months later, and when the doctors told them that another child was unlikely, the rifle was put away, never to be used again. To everyone's surprise, I was born a few years later and shot it for the first time when I was five years old. I can't tell you how it groups or anything like that. But I can tell you that it means a lot to me, and, hopefully, it will mean a lot to my two-year-old son one day, too.