My dad rarely fired his sporterized Mauser 98, or his 12 gauge Winchester pump, unless he was in the woods with game in front of him.
He did come out and walk around with my youngest son and I one afternoon during grouse season three years ago. It was great to have three generations looking for grouse together even though we didn't find any.
Dad died last December and willed his guns to my younger brother. They are still here, however, and my youngest son and i took dad's Mauser out to the range and fired it a few weeks ago. It was a good way for both of us to remember dad.
"To disarm the people (is) the best & most effectual way to enslave them." George Mason.