About 12 years ago my father’s very first gun that he bought as a child in 1954 broke. The gun is a Marlin microgroove 22 rifle (semi auto). It has a beautiful walnut stock and the rounds feed into the tube fed magazine from the butt stock. The thing is deadly accurate and was quite a lot of fun to shoot. I myself grew up shooting it too so the rifle has some serious family value. It's also the first rifle I ever shot and was taught how to shoot with. Anyway after the rifle broke he sent it off to a friend who's a gunsmith but he was not able to repair the problem. My father was very disappointed that it was still broken and never really did much with it after that but just look at it in his gun cabinet. After the gun came back un-repaired and I saw that he was so upset by this I went and bought him a Ruger 10/22 for father’s day. He liked the Ruger but he always said it was never the shooter that his old Marlin was. He'd then start telling stories about how him and his 3 brothers would go shooting as kids and he'd always out-shoot them with his Marlin. Great stories they are. When I moved out years ago my father told me to take the old Marlin with me since it was broken. Since then it had sat in my gun case still broken until I decided to try and have it fixed for a surprise. At this point I found the Marlin web site and got the proper information to send it off for repair. I boxed it up and sent it off with all the information they needed. About a month later I got the gun back in the mail. I was excited to have the gun repaired for my Dad. I opened the box and to my disappointment the gun was un-repaired. Marlin explained in a letter that they no longer made the parts for the rifle and could not repair it. At this point I really did not know what to do. I started searching for a good gunsmith who would at least attempt to fix it. I got some good leads about the gunsmith at my local Gander Mountain so I put the Marlin in a case and took it on over. The fella said he might have a hard time finding the parts but would do his best. It was just over a year ago that I took the Marlin to the gunsmith. It took quite awhile for him to repair it but I told the fella when I dropped the Marlin off that I did not care how long it took to fix the rifle I just wanted it to be done correctly. Well I got the rifle back last Friday and she looks great and is good as new. I was very pleased! Well last night I boxed the Marlin up, threw some wrapping paper on it and went over to my Dad and Mom's house for dinner (Mom's chili...yummy). I wanted to save the surprise for his birthday in March but I just could not wait to give it to him. My wife, sister, brother in-law, and their two kids were all there. We all sat down for a nice dinner. After dinner was about over and we were all sitting around the table I told everyone to sit tight and went out and got the Marlin. As soon as I walked in the door with the wrapped box my Dad got a big grin on his face and said "that's my old Marlin ain't it?". I said "I guess you'll have to open it and see". You should have seen the look on his face when he got it open and in his hands. I could have sworn that he even got a little "misty" on us. It was a great moment and now I wish I had taken some pictures. He looked the rifle up and down and rubbed the stock like it was a baby in his arms. Then....just like old times he started to tell those old stories I love so much about him and his brothers going shooting. It was a great night for the whole family and it made me feel so great about what I had done. It took a long time to get it fixed but I’m so glad I did it now. It's moments like these I wish the "gun grabbers" could see. That little Marlin 22 has brought my family together in more ways than one. There are a lot of memories in that old Marlin. I'll remember them all forever....especially last night.