The Winchester was my grandfather's, and has been used to teach four generations of boys how to shoot. At age 10, I was free to prowl the nearby woods with it, and go down to the local grocery store to buy .22 ammo, at about $0.50 a box. It looks like it's been handled by generations of boys, too. "Well patinated" is how you'd describe the finish if you were selling. "Pitted to hell" is how a buyer would decribe it.
The Mossberg was Dad's "rabbit getter" when he lived in Kansas and Missouri. It had the original Mossberg M4D scope when it came to me, but some internal glass has shattered. I bought a replacement, and also a replacement Weaver rail mount that allows for modern scopes. Somewhere back in the scrapbooks at my mother's, there is a target that Dad shot: 10 rounds, 100 yards, and the group can be covered with a dime. He was the first to say that he couldn't do it again, the rifle couldn't do it again, and the ammo sure couldn't do it again. But, there it is.
Kevin