Got a gun with a good story about it ?
This beautiful rifle is exactly 100 years old, It must have a load
of stories to go with it.
https://www.GunBroker.com/item/799084379
Do you have a gun with a good one behind it??
Lets hear them.
Truth, Hearsay, make believe, pure BS,= all good, just post em.[;)]
of stories to go with it.
https://www.GunBroker.com/item/799084379
Do you have a gun with a good one behind it??
Lets hear them.
Truth, Hearsay, make believe, pure BS,= all good, just post em.[;)]
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The relatively high feedback of the bidders tells me that the description and provenance is accurate. 0 -
quote:Originally posted by jimdeere
The relatively high feedback of the bidders tells me that the description and provenance is accurate.
You took my post all wrong.
The stories I want are about your guns, I'm NOT dissing mike's rifle.
Like this "gun shot a near record buck in 1926"
Or "grandpa traded 2 acres of land for his old Parker shotgun"
And truth to be known......I used mike's 1886 winny to put a "backdoor" shameless plug for him.[;)][:D]0 -
Sorry. I have a couple I?d like to know about, but the story has been taken to the grave. 0 -
quote:Originally posted by jimdeere
Sorry. I have a couple I?d like to know about, but the story has been taken to the grave.
no harm - no foul
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My reading comprehension is just fine...
A guy walked into the store where I worked, wanting to sell a revolver. It was an early (four digit serial number) Ruger Flattop .357. But - he admitted - he had been elk hunting and the gun had fallen out of his truck. The gun belt had caught on his trailer hitch, and the ride down the long rocky road had trashed the gun.
The entire grip and trigger guard had been knocked off, the rear sight ground down, and the rear half of the cylinder much dinged and damaged. The store owner declined to make an offer, but allowed me to buy it for myself. I gave the guy what was in my wallet - $60.
I sent it to Clements Custom Guns, telling him I wanted a .41 Special. He accepted the challenge and gave it his full repertoire of tuning and pistolsmith wizardry. It came back a wholly new gun, with even the Ruger stampings completely erased. So it is in every sense now a Clements, not a Ruger.
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I have a Mosin Nagant made in 1895. It was purchased by the Czar's army and was 22 years young when the Russian Revolution occurred. About 1940 it was captured by the Finns during the Winter War against the Red Army.
Who knows what happened later before it ended up in retirement in Montana.0 -
I have an old rusty and near relic condition 1881 Marlin.
The story that came with the rifle is, it was found in the early 1900's alongside/in a creek in Washington state. The wood has been chewed on by beavers, almost like they knew what pattern they were trying for!
It supposedly hung in a saloon behind a bar until sometime in the 50's and was purchased by the Grandfather of the guy I got it from.
Now it sits proudly in one of my gun racks. It is only missing one screw and the sights. The butt plate is off, but I have it!
I also have a worn old Indian tacked Winchester 1873 Carbine with a smooth "hole" worn into the Fore End just in front of the receiver. Worn from resting on a saddle horn for countless miles! No rear sight or butt plate. Some squaw probably used the butt plate as a tool for many years......
I missed that 1873 at a local auction about 10 years ago. I bought it last year at the same auction for $300.00 less than my highest bid the prior time! The old owner passed and his widow consigned his collection to the same auction!
I have a number that I wish could tell a story........
I'd tell you the story about my Grandfathers broken old pocket knife but no one would believe it!0 -
I have my grandfather's Winchester model 12 12 gauge nickel steel.
dad told me that shotgun had just about everything fired through it, from rock salt to ball bearings
dad was hunting one day (late 40s)and got lost. he came upon a house that had a barb wire fence around it. as he went through the fence to go to the house to ask for directions, the upstairs window opened and a woman with a shotgun appeared.
before he had a chance to ask for help, she told him to get the hell off her property. he started to ask again. she screamed the same reply again and pulled the hammers back on her shotgun.
as dad turned to leave and stepping through the fence, she shot him in the side and back. as he hit the ground he turned and fired at the woman striking her
I kinds forget the rest of the story but dad was not charged. he carried the shot in his back to the day he died0 -
"I'd tell you the story about my Grandfathers broken old pocket knife but no one would believe it"
There is nothing you can say that would surprise me.
Come on,, tell us the story! Please! please!
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A Walther PP Pistol given to me by my father: It was ""liberated"" from the Walther factory. My father, a sergeant in the US Army was assigned to guard the Walther factory to insure there was no looting by either side. The allies were in control of the region at this point. Dad told me two stories associated with this pistol.
During the time he was guarding the factory, a full bird Colonel arrived with two half track trucks. He was from Eisenhower?s command and said he had orders to load the trucks with new pistols. My father told the Colonel that his orders were that no one was to remove anything from the factory. The Colonel then asked my father what he would do if the Colonel went into the factory and removed the pistols he was ordered to ?liberate.? My father told the Colonel he would regretfully be forced to shoot the Colonel. He then told the Colonel that if the Colonel went to his (my father?s) commander and got approval for the Colonel to enter the factory that would be fine with my father. The Colonel left and returned with my father?s commanding officer, who gave him orders to let the Colonel remove what ever he wanted. The Colonel loaded two trucks with nickel plated, pearl handled PPKs. This next part is well recorded among gun collectors: After the war, when Eisenhower was running for President, he handed out the PPKs as gifts to campaign contributors.
My father also told me that during the time his platoon (87th Infantry Division whose patch was a gold acorn on a circular field of forest green) was guarding the factory, a communication came down saying that there had been some thefts of firearms from the factory and that an amnesty was being given to any soldier who returned the firearms taken, but that if any soldiers were found to be in possession of firearms after the amnesty period that they would be court-martialed. One of my father?s men came to him saying he had one of the pistols and was worried about being caught, and was thinking he should turn it in. My father told him NOT to turn in the pistol, to either keep it or leave it someplace, and to report the location to my father anonymously. The soldier returned the pistol and was subsequently court-martialed."
Since I have this one, I have to wonder who guards the guards. Wartime production pistols were essentially built by slave labor and the finish quality is noticeably lower than the pre-war production pistols.0 -
My wife's father, S SGT. Lewis was the Calvery in WWII and was the commander of a Greyhound armored scout vehicle. He was the one that stuck out of the top and manned the machine gun.
They had just entered Germany and were headed for a field outside of the town they just went through to bivouac for the night. As they went past a mound of dirt, a German soldier popped up and aimed his rifle at Lewis. Before he could react the commander of the scout car behind him opened up with his machine gun and killed him.
The next day they went past that spot and Lewis stopped at the site of the ambush, went over to the soldier on the ground and found a pistol on him. He brought it home as his only wartime souvenir.
After he passed away I inherited that pistol. It is a copy of a Ruby made in Eibar Spain in the mid-'20s. The caliber was 7.65 but will take .32 auto ammo. It's in decent shape, but I've never attempted to shoot it.
Lewis had 3 bronze stars for the 3 major battles he was in, including the Battle of the Bulge. He kept all his Army stuff in the attic in a box marked "Army Junk". He would never talk about the war unless you would ask him a direct question, then he would answer it. I wish I had asked him more questions, but I knew it brought back a lot of bad memories, so I didn't want to put him through it.0 -
quote:Originally posted by babun
"I'd tell you the story about my Grandfathers broken old pocket knife but no one would believe it"
There is nothing you can say that would surprise me.
Come on,, tell us the story! Please! please!
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Just what I was waiting for! A prompt!
O.K. First the set up and background of "The knife".
I come from a duck hunting family. From the the last day of duck season, my Grandpa was getting ready for next season. My cousin(5 years older) and I lived near our Grandpa so we were always with him fixing and building blinds, bridges, cutting paths, etc.
Grandpa carried an old Mother of Pearl handled pen knife with a broken blade, cracked and missing pearl, and the main blade that was crudely sharpened WAY TOO MANY TIMES! That old knife cut more twine, pulled more slivers, and cleaned finger nails more than any other knife ever made! Grandpa went everywhere with that knife!
One time we were in an old wooden rowboat probably late 1960's and he dropped the knife into the river. Gone for good, we all heard the splash. Grandpa is devastated, but says "It will show up again! I've lost it for good before and it's found it's way home"!
What?!!
A couple years later, my Uncle flips the rowboat over and the knife slides from under the gunnel into the bottom of the boat!
Apparently we heard something else splash! Needless to say, Grandpa is thrilled and tells us all the time how this is his lucky knife that he can never lose! "It always finds it's way home!"
Yeah Right, Gramps.......
Another year or two later it happens again! This time I see it with my own eyes. It dropped into three feet of dark silt bottom river. Now, Its GONE. Even Grandpa knows it........He died without that knife in February 1974. I swear he died missing that old knife.
About 15 years pass, I never gave that knife a thought. I open my drawer where I keep my miscellaneous pocket knives and cool trinkets, and there is his knife! Broken pearl handles, broken blade, a little rusty, and all!
I turned as white as a ghost! I couldn't believe it! I ask my wife if she knew anything about it, I showed it to my Dad and he was stunned.
A few weeks later my cousin was over and I left the knife out on a table in my den. He picked it up, turned white and asked, "Where the hell did you find Grandpas knife?"
Today, I keep it in a locked glass display case. It's truly one of my most cherished possessions.
I said you wouldn't believe me.
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My dad's Marlin 30 30. He bought it in 1947. Every year for twenty or so years he would put on his red plaid hunting outfit with green rubber boots....then he'd go deer hunting with four friends.
He never fired the rifle...they would spend two days in a hunting shack playing cards and drinking....then he would come home, lock up the rifle until the next season...
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Okay, my story;
A long, long time ago, I applied for a NYC target pistol license.
Now I knew at that time, you had to prove proficient with a pistol
to get a license, So I bring my shooting box that I used for
NRA fifty foot indoor matches. In my case is a
S&W model 41 in.22lr with adjustable grips, a S&W model 52 in .38 special midrange wadcutter, and a Colt gold cup .45.
The range officer in charge of testing hands me a stack of 15 foot
air gun targets, a tin of .177 pellets and a break-barrel single shot
air gun that looked like it was put thru a wood chipper.
"you have to shoot 10 targets with 10 shots on each."
I go and crank out the first target to 15 feet and load the wobbling,
loose barrel with a pellet. The pellet barely made it to the target!
Thinking to myself, this ain't cutting it!!
So I stack 5 paper targets together, send the stack down range and
put 10 pellets thru all of them at the same time.
Another stack of 5, with 10 more shots, and I'm done!!
I hand the targets in and ask if I could buy the air pistol from them.
"sure, we were going to get new ones this week anyway"
I paid him $20 and walked away with it to a table.
Took it apart and threw the pieces in the trash can.
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I had a buddy call me one night at 1am said he need some money for a gas bill. Wanted to sell an old military springfield rifle for 125.00. We both worked driving repo trurks at night. I was at a coffee shop an here he walks in at 2am with this rifle, which had a lever.First thing i see is its a Winchester model 71. Go to tell him its got a scratch on one side an he said give me 100. I told him it was worth more. After a pot of coffee an arguing about the price. I gave him 200. Still have that deluxe 71 to this day. 0 -
When I was five years old my father put his H&R Hunter .22 revolver in my hand and taught me to shoot it. It seemed large to me at the time but it is really a very small frame 7 shot with a 10 in. barrel. As I grew up I shot it a lot, hunted squirrels with it and did a lot of target shooting. I was about 13 or 14 years old when I noticed it was gone. My dad said he had loaned in to a friend. I was 17 when he died and didn't think much about the gun again for over twenty-five years until one day I was hanging around in the local gun store when I spotted an old Hunter hanging on the wall behind the counter. I asked the owner to let me see it and he handed it across the counter, and said someone had brought it in for repair but he didn't think it could be. I knew every scar and chip on that gun and it was my dad's. The tag told me who brought it in and I knew him. I went to see him and told him the story and asked could I buy it. He said sure, how much will you pay for it. I only had $45 in my pocket and he said OK that's enough. He had bought it from the friend my dad "loaned" it to so long ago, but I think my dad actually had sold it.
There was a bullet lodged about half way up the barrel, and a broken trigger spring. I fixed that, cleaned it up and have it in my gun cabinet. Pick it up now and then and all the good times come back.0 -
I posted this back in '13. The old '66 is still residing in my safe. Not having any children or interested nephews/nieces to pass this one (among many others) on to, I have to study some on where it'll go when I'm gone.
Many years ago, 1978 to be exact, I purchased a slightly used Model 66, 4", as my first duty gun in a sheriff's dept. in Florida. I carried it constantly until I moved back here to the People's Republic of Maryland several years later where I was required to carry an issued departmental weapon as a police officer. A few years after that, I gave it to one of my younger brothers (now deceased)as his first handgun. In the ensuing years as he became established and purchased firearms of his own the "66" was passed to yet another younger brother as his first handgun. He moved to Florida and the Smith traveled with him. He is in town for the holiday. Tonight he stopped by the house with a big smile on his face and a package under his arm. He smiled and handed me the package and said "Thank you". My trusted old "66" is home, none the worse for wear (It does have a new set of grips.). Small world isn't it?0 -
Over the years I have come to know the curators of several museums. As a result, I have had to opportunity to hold/ touch (sometimes wearing cotton gloves) some unusual weapons.
The list includes one of Robert E. Lee's revolvers, J.E.B. Stuart's LeMat, Hermann Goering's shotgun, M14 rifle serial number 00001, A Davy Crockett nuclear recoilless rifle, a 1903 Springfield rifle with a Pedersen device and the air gun that Lewis & Clarke took with them on their trip across the US.
I really wished those guns COULD talk.0 -
"A Davy Crockett nuclear recoilless rifle"
DAMMM!!
I wish I could hear the training speech for that thing....
" ....then you just pull the trigger cord and it sends a small
nuclear warhead over that hill there.
Check the wind direction, if blowing into your face, bend over
and kiss your ass goodbye."
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dad always carried a hi standard HD military 22 in the car...i was driving and we went over east to check cattle and noticed they were streaming out the west side of the trees...we pulled up on the east side next to a car with another county plates and 3 three guys across the fence with shotguns..stopped and dad hopped across the fence and started chewing butt..all three lined facing him and me on the drivers side of the car ..i had picked up the Hd and when the bozo on the south end of the three started to lift his shotgun and i aimed the HD right at his nose about 50 ft away...he looked at me dead on and finally lowered it and when dad got back in the car pistol was in place by the seat...never told him or that story till about 5 years ago..have that pistol 60 years later with a like new identical safe queen i got later 0 -
I have a model 99 Arisaka that was my grandfather's from when he was in World War 2. It was a battlefield pickup. He gave it to my father, and at my grandfather's insistence, my dad gave it to me when I was 16.
The rifle has a chunk of the fwd hand guard missing, the damage is from when my grandfather picked it up.
He was a machine gunner in WW2. 6th Marine Division. During the battle of Okinawa, my grandfather was on sugarloaf hill, he was laying down suppressive fire as machine gunners do. All but one or two guys in his squad died during the battle. When he melted down his last barrel, him and his last squad member attempted to get over to some cover closer to the other marines.
He didnt have a rifle at that point so he picked up the closest one by which happened to be this rifle (that should give some indication of how fierce the fighting was at Sugar Loaf Hill).
As he got up and went a bullet that was presumably aimed at him struck the rifle and passed through the stock.
He brought the rifle home from the war, mum intact of course.
When he got back finding 7.7 jap ammo in late 45 in upstate NewYork was problamatic. He had his local gunsmith ream the chamber to accept the renowned 30-06 case (he had heard about how the Chinese had this done and 30-06 back then, like today, can be easily got at nearly any gun shop or hardware store).
His brother (my great uncle) actually shot a black bear with the rifle sometime after the war. (Well before my dad was old enough to get it and then pass it on).
My grandfather was an awesome guy, but rarely talked about his war experience. In fact he only opened up once about the war to me when I was 14 or 15. I never saw him have such a distracted stare or speak so quietly in all his life.
He did open up when a few historical groups interviewed him for a few books his story has appeared in about ww2 vets. More of his story is there.
Every so often I take the rifle out of the safe and look at it. It is nothing more than a old rifle for most, but to me it is a constant reminder of what that man, and his fellow marines and service members did and went through to protect this country and our free way of life.
It brings back memories of a man who with my dad, taught me to fish and to hunt, to swing a hammer and saw a board (he started a pole barn business after the war with his good friend who also survived the war, many of his barns still stand to this day in Upstate New York.
I fire that rifle once a year(not to much these days as I don't want to further aggravate the crack/damage in the stock, and because unless inhandload for it it's not that accurate due to the reaming)
I usually fire it in the day he died, or on V-J day.
Some day, I hope my son will take care of it, and it will be a reminder to him just what freedom can cost.0 -
quote:Originally posted by kidthatsirish
I have a model 99 Arisaka that was my grandfather's from when he was in World War 2. It was a battlefield pickup. He gave it to my father, and at my grandfather's insistence, my dad gave it to me when I was 16.
The rifle has a chunk of the fwd hand guard missing, the damage is from when my grandfather picked it up.
He was a machine gunner in WW2. 6th Marine Division. During the battle of Okinawa, my grandfather was on sugarloaf hill, he was laying down suppressive fire as machine gunners do. All but one or two guys in his squad died during the battle. When he melted down his last barrel, him and his last squad member attempted to get over to some cover closer to the other marines.
He didnt have a rifle at that point so he picked up the closest one by which happened to be this rifle (that should give some indication of how fierce the fighting was at Sugar Loaf Hill).
As he got up and went a bullet that was presumably aimed at him struck the rifle and passed through the stock.
He brought the rifle home from the war, mum intact of course.
When he got back finding 7.7 jap ammo in late 45 in upstate NewYork was problamatic. He had his local gunsmith ream the chamber to accept the renowned 30-06 case (he had heard about how the Chinese had this done and 30-06 back then, like today, can be easily got at nearly any gun shop or hardware store).
His brother (my great uncle) actually shot a black bear with the rifle sometime after the war. (Well before my dad was old enough to get it and then pass it on).
My grandfather was an awesome guy, but rarely talked about his war experience. In fact he only opened up once about the war to me when I was 14 or 15. I never saw him have such a distracted stare or speak so quietly in all his life.
He did open up when a few historical groups interviewed him for a few books his story has appeared in about ww2 vets. More of his story is there.
Every so often I take the rifle out of the safe and look at it. It is nothing more than a old rifle for most, but to me it is a constant reminder of what that man, and his fellow marines and service members did and went through to protect this country and our free way of life.
It brings back memories of a man who with my dad, taught me to fish and to hunt, to swing a hammer and saw a board (he started a pole barn business after the war with his good friend who also survived the war, many of his barns still stand to this day in Upstate New York.
I fire that rifle once a year(not to much these days as I don't want to further aggravate the crack/damage in the stock, and because unless inhandload for it it's not that accurate due to the reaming)
I usually fire it in the day he died, or on V-J day.
Some day, I hope my son will take care of it, and it will be a reminder to him just what freedom can cost.
That is a very cool "Old Gun Story!"
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Colt 1911 USMC dated in 1917, 102 years old.
I remember my Uncle George and went to visit about 2 twice a year, when I was young. Got to be 16 and had to pick him up from his house, to a family gathering we had a long drive and he recounted his service in the SA War and WW 1 as a Marine. Got him back home and he showed me his closet. there was a 1903 and a 1911 and a 1897 shotgun He asked which one I liked, I said the 1911 pistol. He had carried that in WW1 as a Marine. It was a Colt issued to him from the Marines in 1917, one of 400 in that batch. He said I was a bit to young for that one now.
Years later he died 1979,and My Uncle Jim acquired the estate. The 1911 was still there, Jim hung on to it but there was a note that I was to receive the 1911 if anything should happen to Uncle Jim. Uncle Jim was getting in bad health, in 1985 Uncle Jim gave me the Colt 1911.
Came with an older holster and belt with 3 old magazines. Grips were cracked and barrel had been replaced. I search and found the correct items.
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This has been some very interesting reading!! For you fortunate guys that hold these awesome family heirlooms, I highly suggest that you write these stories down and keep them with your rifles and pistols.
If you don't, they will end up like most old guns in the hands of future generation owners...." I have this old gun and I sure wish it could talk!" [:)]
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My great grandpa bought this Marlin model 1889 .38-40 lever action rifle with an octagon barrel in 1892. 0 -
quote:Originally posted by chris8X57
I have a Mosin Nagant made in 1895. It was purchased by the Czar's army and was 22 years young when the Russian Revolution occurred. About 1940 it was captured by the Finns during the Winter War against the Red Army.
Who knows what happened later before it ended up in retirement in Montana.
I have a Mosin Nagant M38 Carbine, made in 1942 Izvehsk. (Sp?) The wood is unfinished, the metal is in the white. Rough tool marks. Came from my Dads collection. 32 year Lifer Airborne CSM. (WWII, Korea, Vietnam.) My Dad only brought home arms of Historical significance.
I've often wondered about the History of that rifle. If it could only talk. My Dad had had multiple strokes, and could not speak in order to tell me the tale,when I moved back down to TN in order to help take care of him.
I miss my Dad.
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My mother in law's sister called me to ask if I would like to sell a gun for her. Of course I told her I would help her any way I could. She brought a 1911 by and said it was "her papa's" It was an early one, but nothing especially rare about it. This is what she said next......
"Papa shot the Cullman County Sheriff with it....Papa was a scoundrel."
I kind of froze. Surely this isn't true. It took some digging, but I found out he was a moonshiner and its most likely a true story.
I gave her $1500 for the gun and gave it to Larry when he got home. When I handed it to Larry I said....."Cleo wanted to sell this, so I paid her for it, your Grandfather shot the Cullman County Sheriff with it." You should have seen Larry's face.0 -
I got my grandfathers 38 DA Colt revolver.....he acquired it thru a swap with the warden of the chain gang back in the 50s....supposedly use to stop escapees....at least twice.....beautiful piece....nickle plate....6 1/2 in barrel...great condition.....proud to own it 0 -
Too many to list here, but I have two favorites.
An 1874 Sharps Business Rifle that belonged to Teddy Roosevelt. Given to his hunting guide Bill Grinell to use as a backup gun for lions in Africa. There's an old picture of Teddy with his 1895 Winchester in .405 standing with Bill holding the Sharps.
A Stevens .22/.410 Tenite stocked survival gun in mint condition. Issued to my uncle at the end of WWII for his B-29. Years later he was flying planes into the Tucson,AZ boneyard to be scrapped. Noticed the gun stuck in the air frame, and something familiar about the plane. Started going through the paperwork in the scrappers office and found out it was his old plane, and the .22/410 that was issued to him.
Asked if he could buy the gun and they didn't know. Finally let him have it for scrap weight, less than $5.0 -
My story. In 1957 a friends family got a tabby cat for X-mas and named it Chuck Chuck after me and their new step father. Within hours the cat knocked the X-mas tree over and started a fire. The cat was tossed out if the house to fend for it's self. He became a feral cat, but allowed one old lady to feed him. He became the terror of the neighborhood. He would get in fights with other cats and always win. He once sneaked in our house and stole a pack of baloney off of the kitchen table and I saw him run out the door, but was unable to catch him. Everybody hated this cat except the old lady. About 1961 I went down to Moore's Sporting Goods and bought a new Winchester model 67 rifle and couple boxes of shells. I would have been 12 at the time, so Mr.Moore called my mom for a ok for me to buy it. Jump forward to early 1964. It was spring and the creek behind my mothers house was still running high due to a lot of rain that year. I was showing my friend Laddie my new coat when we spotted Chuck Chuck walking across my neighbors yard. My neighbor was a member of the mounted sheriff's posse and his brother was the police chief in our town. My friend laddie said we should get that cat once and for all. I got my model 67 and put a long rifle hollow point shell in it and cocked the rifle. I aimed at his head and pulled the trigger. It dropped on the spot. My friend laddie jumped the fence and went and got Chuck Chuck. I had hit him in the left side of his head and part of his head and left ear were missing. laddie walked over to the creek bank and tossed him in the creek. Forward to 1966 and I sold the model 67 to another friend. 45 years later the friend who I sold the rifle to, gave it back to me with it's twin brother. I now own 3 model 67 Winchester's.
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