My Favorite Gun: Remington 700 Mountain Rifle

Andy Moore of

Lanark, Ontario, s_ent us this account of his favorite gun. To share your own, email us at myfavoritegun@outdoorlife.com, and it could be published in our June/July 2016 issue. We want to know the story of your favorite gun, and what makes it special to you. And, of course, we want to see a nice picture of it._

My favorite gun is one that was passed down to me from my grandfather, who instilled a passion and love for the outdoors in me from a very early age. Every time I take this old rifle out of the cabinet, I can’t help but reflect on the times spent with him afield and on the water, and the memories we made together.

After taking his son-in-law's Remington Model 700 BDL .308 on a moose hunt to Lake of the Woods, my grandfather knew he had to trade his tired 7600 Pump .308 in for something a little better suited for moose. But Papa also wanted a rifle that would do the job for whitetails as well.

He loved how my dad’s rifle handled and that it could hammer half-inch groups out to 100 yards. So Papa purchased his own 700 from a friend in Atikokan, Ontario, who owned a fishing lodge and outdoor goods store. Rather than going with the BDL version of the 700 that my dad has, Papa upped the ante and purchased a Model 700 Mountain Rifle, mainly because he always loved the west and the mountains. The rifle is chambered in the venerable .30/06 Springfield and topped with a Bushnell Trophy 2x7—the glass that still sits on top of the rifle today.

"It was also my grandfather who introduced me to Outdoor Life. He collected the magazines and he had countless issues around the house when I was growing up. As a kid I used to spend hours reading those magazines." —Andy Moore

One November night when I was about 12, we got back in from deer hunting. Papa told me when he was all through with hunting, the “Mountain Rifle” would be mine. Little did I know that Papa would never get to call it quits in the deer woods on his own accord. A couple years after that night, he passed after suffering a massive heart attack.

I’ve carried the “Mountain Rifle” into the woods with me every fall since Papa’s passing. It’s going on 15 years now, and I’ve since taken numerous deer, a moose, a wolf, and a couple coyotes. The stock is a little banged up from all of the adventures, but it’s still got pinpoint accuracy and works flawlessly. Almost all of the game I’ve harvested with it were one shot kills. I feel like Papa is up there watching over me every time I take his gun into the field, and I hope that one day I can pass the legacy of the “Mountain Rifle” on to the next generation.

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