Last Summer, I picked up a Henry .22. Always wanted one, and the forces of the universe came together and I got one. Funny thing, I had an issue with the new rifle, and went to the website to see what I might do to correct the issue myself. There on the site was Anthony's Message. I emailed him... on a Sunday Morning. I didn't want to drive the 90 minutes back to Cabala's to return the rifle, and I was the department's Glock armorer for ten years... I figured that I'd hear back from Henry in a week or two. I got a reply THAT afternoon, from Anthony, from his Hotel room, where he was chilling waiting to start his week on the Road. We chatted for a half hour, and this led to Anthony himself seeing that my issue was taken care of.
With Customer Service like that, I went right out and picked up my next Henry, the .357 Big Boy Carbine.
I ordered and installed the Skinner Sights. They went on easily and were just the ticket for aging eyes. Not that I'm getting old (er), just my vision is not what it used to be. 
The fact that the sights look great is just a bonus. My first groups with the new .357 carbine were pretty good for an old guy with aging eyes. I ordered 250 357 cases and got set up to reload some .357... I was excited.
I was so impressed with the two rifles, that I told Anthony in an email that I would probably buy a 45-70 next, just because. I didn't need a Moose Gun...
I don't hunt anymore, haven't since my time in the Corps. I don't mind those who do... 
I just choose not to these days. I still shoot a lot, handguns mostly, and a few rifles. But being old, and all the kids grown with their own kids, you can buy a few things you don't need these days. But, unexpected things sometimes put a crick in your plans. In September of last year, I stepped out on the deck while we were cleaning the spa, not knowing the wife still had the bleach on the decking treating for mold. Bleach on moldy deck boards is slicker than duck snot. One step, and I was a goner. Left foot shot out like a rocket and I looked like that Hippo in Disney's Fantasia. Picture a BrokenolMarine in a Pink Tutu, sailing thru the air, just without the grace and agility of the Hippo...
Yup, I fell. I shattered my femur.
A clean break just above the titanium knee, but the worst of it was the spiral fracture that ran from the just above the break all the way to the hip. When I looked down I saw the right foot pointing to the right, 90 degrees. Of course I already KNEW it was broken. I heard the snap, and FELT the break. 
Looking back now, it's kinda funny. (No... not really.)Over my career, I have had 21 surgeries, including the repair on that break, but I never felt pain like this one. After my medflight, I spent a month in the hospital and the next five in therapy working on walking again. I haven't been back on the range since the fall, but things are looking up.
I should be able to shoot again in the near future, as well as getting back in the kayaks to fly fish this year.Once I am up and about, I just might be ready to add another Henry to the safe. If I do, it might just be that Big One, the 45-70, just to hear the big Boom, and wait for the neighbor to call to see what I'm shooting.
He's a hunter and a shooter, and always interested. Or it might be the .223 version since I keep that ammo on hand. So many Henrys... So little space in the vault. 
