The smell of Hoppes #9 always reminds me of days spent with my Dad. Childhood memories of weekends spent at the Birchwood range and evenings spent reloading and cleaning guns. Its' familiar smell is comforting, taking me back to a time when the world seemed so much simpler. So for me, the perfect start for Father's Day was cleaning the pistols I shot yesterday and thinking of the guy who taught me what it means to be a man.
Thanks Dad, I love you more than words can say.