Uncle Grover and Trig handme down 22 rifle

Uncle Grover visited my mother and other family members for coffee every Sunday morning; he made his rounds on a regular basis. He and my father were coon-hunting partners; he had a nickname for my dad of Trig. He love to rabbit and coon hunt and he loved his biscuits and gravy. My Aunt Hazel cooked them just about everyday so she was very good at it, as I believe she fixed them everyday that they were married.
One morning my dad and Grover and a friend of theirs Virgil came in from coon hunting, and Aunt Hazel made a large bowl of Gravy and about 2 dozen biscuits for the 3 of them. Virgil made the comment to dad that she must have thought there was an army coming for breakfast. Dad chuckled and though to himself that Virgil was in for a surprise to watch Uncle Grover eat biscuits and gravy, when they finished there was not even a scrape left, Virgil could not believe what he had just watched, and talked about it for years. Dad and Grover hunted together for years and they bought a 22 rifle a Remington model 514 some time in the 1960’s. At some point the arm on the bolt got broke and they had someone weld back on. The gun is beat up but shots great, Kenny Ray won first place last year with the gun. I was a little embarrassed as some of the kids were shooting all these new fancy rifle’s with scope’s and some even looked like these Olympic target rifles. Then here was my boy with a well-worn 40 plus year old rifle with open sights and score 95 out of a 100 possible points. And Kenny Ray would not trade or sell for anything, as he is very proud to carry a gun with so much history. I have often thought if the gun could talk what tells it would tell.
Dad and Grover owned dogs together as well, one was a walker hound by the name of Gypsy, and they won several trophies and raised several good pups out of her. I recall not long after dad moved back to Kentucky, Aunt Hazel was mad as hell as Grover bought a dog for a thousand dollars, that was a lot of money for a dog at that time.
When Uncle Grover passed away of a heart attack It was the biggest funeral that I have attended I believe his son Steve said there was a 101 cars in the funeral procession.
Uncle Grover was loved by many, as I cannot recall a time that he was not smiling and joking.In the picture above Trig is on left and Grover on the right.