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Being Friday, Saturday, Sunday or even weekdays when in vacations, going out to the fresh and always cold air in the woods. Waking up before the sun with my brother and my father. Hunting trips, that’s all this is about. Just sitting, watching nature move with the wind, birds sing and all the interactions there in the wild, calmly. Always gone to another state of mind where I can really be with myself, thinking about life, just thinking. I think for everyone who goes hunting it’s the same thing, their calm place of reflection. The rifle, the very first instrument for a hunter, always on your side or even hanging from you when you don’t want to carry it anymore. Not just a load but a companion of every story the wilderness has to tell you, another witness of the majesty of the woods. Remembering all this trips, always with the company of that 7 magnum, my father´s very own. Since he was young that has been his very own friend always laying in his back. There were other rifles, but none as his one and only, loading it to the truck at 6 am only to won the race against the sun. Good memories lie between the metal barrel and that wooden stock, just memories. The laying of the fingerprint in the trigger with a very soft touch leads to a change in the mood of the wild. This old friend it’s not just about the hunting, it’s about the memories given and the relationships created in this sport. Not everyone likes it but there’s a background that lets you get in love with the meaning, not the action. As being said this rifle isn’t violent nor bad, it’s about that old thing that makes us want to come back the weekends whenever we can, friendship. Getting on the road before our blonde friend to get to the track and staying down there until our other white friend tells us it’s time to get back to the house and make some friends, time of the roast. So at the end of the day the meaning of this rifle goes beyond of what everyone imagines the real use is. Just some people understand this real meaning, my father is one of them that’s why he continues getting back with my brother and me, so we can get the real meaning of this magical trips, union.