Two Firearms, both have a story....C&P these from another website I frequent - these are favorites of mine:
Rifle, it would have to be A .32 Winchester Special - here's why: When I asked him for his Daughter's Hand in Marriage, my (soon to be) Father-in-Law, said, with a twinkle in his eye "Wait here". He went back in the house, and after a time, came out with a double armload of weapons! He said: "You'll be needing these": He handed them each over to me with a little tale of how he got it, and his and its history together. Among the weapons, there was this hard-used Winchester Lever action, Octagonal Barrelled rifle, a model 94, in 32 Win SPL...it had, he explained, been his father's and his favorite gun. On the stock, it had impressions of case mouths - so many it looked like fishscales partly covering one side, and nearly completely on the other! I asked what that was, and he said: The marks on this side were done by my Dad, for every Deer, Wolf, Coyote or Bear he took, and these on this side were for the ones I took. It has a stained butt, and the buttplate is rusted I noted. He said that was from a flood, back in Missouri - that is how high it got in his Father's house, a Long, Long Time ago. It is a sweet shooting gun, and I will be honored and sad to pass it on, when a boy comes and asks for my Daughter's hand... I take it out and shoot it at least twice a year, clean it, oil it, and put it away. It has the best history of any Rifle I own. I have had it for over 25 years now, and my time with it is growing short. The Daughter is in the USAF, and is 21, and "To Everything, There is a Season"...
The story for the pistol is fun, too: While I was growing up, we lived in the city, on the East Coast, and My Father chose to prevent me from learning about guns in any way. Even though he had been an avid huntsman in his youth, coming from the Appalachians in the Great Depression, and moving into the West to be a powder monkey for Anaconda Mines in Wyoming/Colorado, he didn't feel safe having a gun in amongst all the people of the city, and he was working long hours - he didn't think we should have one around.
But upon the occasion of my Graduation from the United States Merchant Marine Academy/Commission into the U.S. Navy, he gave me a very special gift: He presented me with an Officer's sidearm: (He had been enlisted in the USAF) - A Colt Combat Commander Hardslide, Engraved. He had had it worked over by a famous (among Navy SEALS) Gunsmith/Inventor/Armorer, Art Langeth. Art worked the trigger sear so that it "breaks like glass", gave it a "ramp job" and jewelled the outside of the chamber to be pretty. The .45 was presented in a hand-tooled leather case, made by my Mother and by my two Brothers, with the Colt Logo on one side and the Symbol of my Engineering Class and Graduating Year on the other, laced by my brothers, and padded with Lamb's wool inside. Best gift from my entire Family, EVER, and I shoot it a few times a year, and remember. I don't know if I want to be buried with it, or give it to my Daughter...