A couple years before my dad died (maybe 27 years ago), we took a vacation together - maybe a couple weeks driving across Utah, into Yellowstone, Colorado, into Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, Washington, Oregon, back into Nevada. We went into the Cody Museum. Today I remember the Russells and the Remingtons - and the other artwork - over the firearms. The Custer Battlefield. The Greasy Grass and the Little Rosebud. Only time we ever did anything like that.
I also remember the Flat Latch Model 36 that we kept in the hat on the seat between us in the pickup. And how just two cylinders of hollowbase wadcutters I'd reloaded upside down turned it into loose as a goose. Instead of having it retimed, I traded it. That and a perfect 19 6" barrel that I didn't trust and sold off ( later found the problem could have been fixed by putting a factory trigger return spring in it - it'd been bobbed - ) and never saw another like it again.
But I think my dad would have envied the stuff I learned and continue to learn off of the forums. I remember him sending away and ending up with a poorly made junk tourist khuk. On the other hand my great grandfather was a blacksmith, and I can imagine my dad arguing with Bura about smithing. No need for a translator, just a couple referees to keep them separated when the discussion got too hot. Would have been fun to watch though.