I love my 870s, but this gun is everything a well-loved field gun should be. Although most of the bluing is gone after 60+ years, and it is covered barrel to stock with very fine scores from rose bush thorns and pushing limbs aside, there is not a speck of rust on it. The action is buttery smooth and it's spotless inside. Sets a good standard for me to live up to. I am considering sending it to the Ithaca factory to have it engraved with his name and to have it re-blued, but I am torn over losing the field scars.
When I was 12 or 13, he jammed the love of hunting into me with one sentence... I took a right-side shot with my body all twisted up at a dove that was wingin' it for the hills and it tumbled. "Nice fuckin' shot, boss!" I had never heard my granddad swear before (and seldom since) and, after the shock wore off, I doubt I've ever felt more proud. We hunted at least once a year together after that and they are amongst my best memories. I'm done rambling on; just wanted to share. I wish he was still around to outgun me. If you are a hunting family, get out there together and make it happen!




