Well the old man is 85,keep him supplied with ammo,last memory I have of my Pa was 6 yrs ago,he lived in the little dusty town of Overton Nevada,drove 8 hrs to see him as the ma said he was feelin poorly.
Got there, he was on the back porch with his beloved S&W 44 triple locks,several boxes of ammo and iced down jugs of buttermilk (he loved that stuff) shootin ground squrrels and the occasional jack rabbit that were raiding his garden.
Dad says I, what in the hell are you doing? says he, protecting my crops,Right dad.
How long you staying he asks, One day pop,gotta get back to my Buis.Billy he says, you have a job before you leave in the morn,go out in the shop, I cast up a bunch of wadcutters yesterday,Load me up some ammo, use the red dot ,make 6 grn loads,brass is all sized, primed and ready to go,Right pop.
He was as happy as a pig eaten S$$T, I left, he died 4 days later,miss that old man