Maybe I was raised wrong.
When I first started hunting, I used a borrowed 12 gauge with rifled slugs. I didn't worry about who made it, I got to go hunting. I was taught it was enough to get the job done.
Then I had a borrowed .30/30, again I didn't worry about who made it. I was taught it was enough to go hunting. And I got to go hunting.
Whenever I bought a firearm for my own use, I bought caliber first, then I went looking for whatever make and model suited me. My first buy was a Marlin model 25 .22. When I wanted a small varmint caliber in the 1970's, I bought a Savage 340E .22 Hornet. When I wanted a .308 in the 1980's, I bought a Winchester M70 Featherweight. When I wanted a .30-06 in the 1990's, I bought a Marlin MR7 and a Remington BDL. Other times I bought whatever presented itself in private sales. Now my gun cabinet is ridiculously overstuffed. The only thing is, I can't bring myself to get rid of any of them either. But since I'm getting to the point every year where I debate with myself whether I want to do any more hunting, the time to sell out will surely come sooner than later. It's still fun, but alot less fun than it was 40 years ago. The days of shooting a deer at 9:30 am and getting back to my car at dusk are over.
Since some of my relatives landed with the Marines at Guadalcanal, others fought with the Army on the Korean Peninsula, and still another in Saigon for the '68 Tet Offensive, they always made sure I had enough to get the job done if I did my part or I'd get my butt kicked, after all, Vietnam was still hot and heavy when I came up.
I wasn't raised wrong, the world has turned a necesssity into a toy.
There isn't anything wrong with being faithful to a particular brand of anything, but unless you at least experienced the rest, you have no clue what you may have missed.