I love guns like this. There's a million miles on it, but it has been taken
care of, and tastefully embellished.
A hundred years ago in the dream times, back when I had gumption and a family - I had an old Winchester 94 in .32 Special and had nothing to do with it. I had inherited it from the outlaw side of the family. My nephew at the time was a young and promising boy from that side of the family so I figured the best thing to do would be to clean up the rifle and give it to him. It was a neglected piece and a hell of a mess. It was a great winter project: I'd do that stock up by taking the old finish off the wood (what was left of it) - and smooth it out 600 grit. Successive coats of boiled linseed after that. I considered some jewelled pins but decided against it - the gun had beautiful grain that just leaped out layer after hand rubbed layer of linseed. I figured the rifle would need a companion so I tried to make a fancy belt axe to go with it.
I had visions of something like this,
but sadly my skills were nowhere up to those of the artisan
that made this beauty.
The first axe I made was sub par and I gave it to the boy telling him that if it broke or got lost he was not to get bent out of shape over it - I would make him another worth hanging on to. The kid was thrilled.
His mother was not. She was a card carrying
Then my family went
It's a deprivation symbolic of others... and I can live without them all just fine. I hope that rifle in the pic finds a young owner that will continue to use it. May you see your touchstones and heirlooms land in the right hands too.
Welp, I gotta chit shower and shave for church today - you all have a great Sunday!
I got my first rifle when I was nine years old. An Ithaca model 49 lever action single shot .22, it was about the safest gun a young man could wish for. It had an open hammer, and if you were ready to squeeze off a shot and then decided you didn't want to shoot, all you did was open the action and you had an empty gun.ReplyDelete
I had it cleaned up by a local gunsmith, the Great Jones, who claims he's doing his best to keep the 'A' and the 'F' in the ATF. The rifle was pronounced to be in class A number one shape, and I gave it to my nephew Albert for his adoption party.
He was thrilled. My Aunt was horrified. But in my case, you see, the rest of the family are gun owners, so when she kept rattling around while he opened his package (which he dug out of the stack of presents), I nailed her with the look and told her to take is easy. She subsided into a hurt silence. Ironically, she's the youngest of four sisters by about 10 years, and her three older sisters could all shoot. My mom taught me to shoot, although she swears she doesn't remember that. My father taught me gun safety in his very best no-nonsense voice, and those rules stuck with me for the rest of my life.
Nothing would suffice but that we go shooting over at the neighbor's place. We collected a few empty cans and went over. Albert put holes in all of 'em, then we'd all have to run down to the end of the target range and see how we did. Then we'd run back.
Some of us walked. Mosey'd, even.
After a few journeys I opted to wait, so Albert ran down and brought the can back for me to admire, which I did. The kid can shoot, and the can was sitting at 50 feet.
Ah, the energies of youth.
Woulda loved to have done the same with the little ones in my family. You are blessed Jack.Delete
Glen, I actually own one of these. It was made in 1942. Has the original iron sites and everything. It is a nice piece of history.ReplyDelete
What is it TB? A Steyr? Mauser...? I am guessing the calibre would be 7x57? I just love the vintage scope on this one...Delete
A lot of folks live in their own world, and it's different from ours. Seems like they are trying to expand their "world" to include everyone, willing or not, these days.ReplyDelete
Yep, and if you don't get assimilated it's because you're a heretic or intolerant...Delete