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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1903 Mannlicher Schoenauer 8x56 with the original Scopar 4 1/2x scope in quick detach claw mounts.
It was captured in Germany. The guys squad was being shot at from a building, so they flanked the building and went in. He told me that normally they tossed a grenade in before entering but for some reason they didn't this time. Inside was an old German in his seventies and a
boy about twelve. So they were taken prisoner. One of the U.S. soldiers had the rifle and was preparing to break it against a wall. The old man saw this and freaked out saying NO!NO!NO! He told the soldiers Do what you want with me but don't hurt the rifle!
That rifle went from the solider who captured it, to my Grandfather, to me.
Been a few years since I shot it, think I will take it out this spring.0 -
quote:Originally posted by TRAP55
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.
Wow!
I for one would love to see that Sharps Rifle!
How did it end up in your possession?
Do you have the documentation?
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I own my Grandfather's Winchester 1897 12 gauge shotgun. It is a first year production gun-121 years old. My Grandmother told me that in the late 1930's Grandpa worked for the neighbor for a week shelling corn and took the gun as payment. I was only 10 when he passed away in 1975 and acquired the gun in 1979. 0 -
quote:Originally posted by gearheaddad
quote:Originally posted by TRAP55
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.
Wow!
I for one would love to see that Sharps Rifle!
How did it end up in your possession?
Do you have the documentation?
Wow! Just wow!
Ed, Bill didn't have any family when he passed away, so he left everything to his best friend, Gary Crouch Sr., who in turn left it to Gary Jr.
I get a call at 2am from Gary to come and get all his rifles. He got home in the middle of the night from vacation, and found a water leak running through his closet where his guns were. I cleaned and refinished the stocks on a dozen guns for him. He knew I wouldn't charge him, so he hands me a "car axle" with a receiver attached, and a coffee can full of gun parts.
8 years later I had it restored, and added the tang sight. It covers the weld where the tang was broken off. The missing piece is where the serial number was.
At the old Pomona Gun show I'm looking through a book about TR's guns, and don't see the Sharps. The guy at the table was the author, and I asked him about it. He knew of the rifle from a another guide he interviewed for a book about TR's hunting trips, but no one knew where it was. Proceeded to describe it right down to the "add on" checkering on the butt stock. Then pulls out the pic of Teddy and Bill with the Sharps, that matched one of the pics that Gary had.
Had a long phone conversation with Dr Labowski who had all the surviving Sharps records at that time, but he had nothing on the serial number from the extractor. So no "official" documentation, but "I know" where it came from, and it doesn't matter anyhow, it's never getting sold.[;)]
Packed the original barrel in grease, and had a duplicate made from a .45/70 Shilen Match barrel. Original was a Sharps .45 2 and 1/10th, Sharps label for the .45/70, but the Sharps bore was .451-.452, and I wanted to shoot it.[:)]
He drug out 3 steamer trunks full of Bill's stuff that included stacks of pictures of him and Teddy I've never seen published anywhere. In one pic, Bill is standing with the Sharps, and an 1878 Colt in his holster. I ask Gary about the Colt, and he digs it out of yet another trunk. No springs in it, and covered in varnish.
I take it home and get the varnish cleaned off, and the Colt serial number is 778, 1st year. There's another serial number stamped behind "R.C.M.P." Gary wrote to the RCMP inquiring about the gun. They sent a letter back saying it was issued to officer Bill Grinell, and he purchased it when he left the force for something like $12. It was one of a lot they had purchased in .44 Russian-.44/40. Never did talk him into selling me that one.
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Purchased new in February of 1973. Added ivory stocks and S&W sights in 1975. Used in a gunfight 1975. Stolen in 1985. Recovered later that same year. Engraved in 2012.
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quote:Originally posted by TRAP55
quote:Originally posted by gearheaddad
quote:Originally posted by TRAP55
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.
Wow!
I for one would love to see that Sharps Rifle!
How did it end up in your possession?
Do you have the documentation?
Wow! Just wow!
Ed, Bill didn't have any family when he passed away, so he left everything to his best friend, Gary Crouch Sr., who in turn left it to Gary Jr.
I get a call at 2am from Gary to come and get all his rifles. He got home in the middle of the night from vacation, and found a water leak running through his closet where his guns were. I cleaned and refinished the stocks on a dozen guns for him. He knew I wouldn't charge him, so he hands me a "car axle" with a receiver attached, and a coffee can full of gun parts.
8 years later I had it restored, and added the tang sight. It covers the weld where the tang was broken off. The missing piece is where the serial number was.
At the old Pomona Gun show I'm looking through a book about TR's guns, and don't see the Sharps. The guy at the table was the author, and I asked him about it. He knew of the rifle from a another guide he interviewed for a book about TR's hunting trips, but no one knew where it was. Proceeded to describe it right down to the "add on" checkering on the butt stock. Then pulls out the pic of Teddy and Bill with the Sharps, that matched one of the pics that Gary had.
Had a long phone conversation with Dr Labowski who had all the surviving Sharps records at that time, but he had nothing on the serial number from the extractor. So no "official" documentation, but "I know" where it came from, and it doesn't matter anyhow, it's never getting sold.[;)]
Packed the original barrel in grease, and had a duplicate made from a .45/70 Shilen Match barrel. Original was a Sharps .45 2 and 1/10th, Sharps label for the .45/70, but the Sharps bore was .451-.452, and I wanted to shoot it.[:)]
He drug out 3 steamer trunks full of Bill's stuff that included stacks of pictures of him and Teddy I've never seen published anywhere. In one pic, Bill is standing with the Sharps, and an 1878 Colt in his holster. I ask Gary about the Colt, and he digs it out of yet another trunk. No springs in it, and covered in varnish.
I take it home and get the varnish cleaned off, and the Colt serial number is 778, 1st year. There's another serial number stamped behind "R.C.M.P." Gary wrote to the RCMP inquiring about the gun. They sent a letter back saying it was issued to officer Bill Grinell, and he purchased it when he left the force for something like $12. It was one of a lot they had purchased in .44 Russian-.44/40. Never did talk him into selling me that one.
So cool!
Is/was Gary an old friend?
Great story! And great gun! Thanks so much for sharing!
Thanks again Pal,
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Before my Grandmother died, she gave me her father's (my great-grandfather's) shotgun.
It was an odd looking thing that had been broken through the wrist. I found out is was a Lefaucheaux. An 1897 Sear's and Roebuck catalog listed them for $6.68.
My mother told me she could remember the shotgun had often been responsible for getting the rabbit that was the meal that day.
Anyway, I decided I needed to repair the broken stock before the loose parts got separated from the rest of the gun. Two screws hold the stock onto the receiver. The first screw was easy to remove. Use a straight bladed screwdriver and turn counter-clockwise.
The second screw did not have a slot. Hmmmm . . . I don't really want to, but I have to get this screw out to continue my repairs. Using very light pressure with a pair of needle nose vise grips, I locked them onto the head of the screw and turned it right out.
It was not a screw. You could very plainly see that it was a 16 penny nail that had been cut to length with hand filed threads.
Yep, back in the day, poor folks did whatever it took to put food on the table.0 -
Mom passed away- several years later Dad remarried- lady from SW Virginia. Raised back in the mountains, adopted by a strict 7th Day Adventist family. Several years later, her adoptive mother died. Step-mom was clearing out the house when she found a trunk in the attic- trunk belonged to her grandmother.
Granny had been a "come here" from outside the mountains- literally, a mail order bride in the late 1800s. In the trunk, Granny's history. She had been married 3 times before, had been a dance hall girl- and one of the items in the trunk was a nickel plated Baby Hammerless revolver- with a half box of LeSmok 22 shorts.
My stepmom passed away several years ago- I still have Granny's Baby Hammerless.0 -
quote:Originally posted by Rocky Raab
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.
Awesome story. Sounds like it went from a rocky road to a Rocky Raab..[:D]0 -
I appreciate the interest in my narratives - I appreciate that the research into books and periodicals and manufacturer branded ephemera has been well received
I am thankful and surprised that you find what I post to be well written or evocative of / connected to the history and legacy imbued into the wood and steel these arms are made of
The rifle I recently wrote up - the tale of the gun and story of the rifle let me do an almost forensic examination of the piece - evidence and clues allowing for obvious conclusions - every little piece of the puzzle allows you to better envision what the gun may have seen and we're the gun may have traveled and how many conflicts across the globe it may have been part of
I like performing this writing exercise - this tribute in words that indicate the weight of the conflicts and the depth of the damage - the gravitas this talisman has - imbued with its on special aura and energy
Some of them are very special:
The straight pull .236 Lee Navy bolt action infantry rifle that saw service in defense of the embassy compounds during the boxer rebellion
The French MAC 50 9MM semiautomatic pistol marked "2 REP" which saw service with one of the greatest special ops airborne units in history - during the vietnamization were we were collecting all the private armies and warlords troops and mercenary groups and volunteer units together into a cohesive force...
We made turn in their weapons and ordnance - we outfitted them into the same uniforms and issued them compatible firearms and identical basic gear or TO&E items
A good portion of the legal to own guns from that pile ended up imported into the united states with no import stamps or distributors marks
My French foreign legion pistol is on of those
The berthiet lebel sniper rifle with the Winchester 5A scope mounted to a rail attached to the receiver - offset to the left so the bolt could operate and ammo could be loaded - they were all supposed to have been destroyed but their ate maybe a dozen floating around the US
The Belgian Mauser smuggled from south America to south Africa for use in the boar war for the orange free state by vortrekkers
I shoot them - I give them a work out but it's the minds eye that sees some special qualities
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quote:Originally posted by Locust Fork
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.
Wow Kasey! While reading your story I got this song stuck in my head.
Eric Clapton singing "I Shot The Sherriff" [:0]
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quote:Originally posted by EVILDR235
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.
Jose.
Jose, your story may have been the inspiration for that series of "horror" flicks....."Chucky" Where your cat was changed into a doll just to make a true story interesting![:D]0 -
quote:Originally posted by Brookwood
quote:Originally posted by EVILDR235
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.
Jose.
Jose, your story may have been the inspiration for that series of "horror" flicks....."Chucky" Where your cat was changed into a doll just to make a true story more lucrative![:D]0 -
My Great Grandfather was a Judge in South Dakota. He was on the bench in the 40's and 50's. During those days they did not have armed security in the courtroom the majority of the time. He had a pocket sown into his robe and carried an H&R 32 break top revolver with him while on the bench. After he passed away, my Great Grandmother kept it loaded under her pillow until she moved from the family home...
The gun was given to me 35 years ago. It has no real value, but to me it is priceless....0 -
Here is the story of the gun, that I don't have.
My dad grew up in Miller South Dakota. Every Fourth of July they had a big parade in the little town, with floats pulled by tractors portraying different events in American history.
So, my dad was 13 years old, and one year, about 1933, one of his friends was going to portray Daniel Boone there on the float.
So Daniel needed a rifle. So there was an old rifle in the closet in my dad's house, that an uncle had "brought back from the wars."
So my dad got this gun for "Daniel Boone" to hold during the parade.
But little S. Dakota Daniel wanted a little spice for the event so he managed to load the gun with a .410 shotgun shell.
And when his float got in front of the grandstand, the kid aimed at the sky and fired the gun.
My grandfather had died the year before so Grandmother Lewis was in charge, she got out of the stands and grabbed that rifle from the kid and donated it, the next day, to a museum.
Dammit! I am the one gun guy in the family and had that not happened, that rifle would be in my house right now. Not sure what it was but might have been a Trap Door Springfield, some rifle that would fire a .410 shell.
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quote:Originally posted by William81
My Great Grandfather was a Judge in South Dakota. He was on the bench in the 40's and 50's. During those days they did not have armed security in the courtroom the majority of the time. He had a pocket sown into his robe and carried an H&R 32 break top revolver with him while on the bench. After he passed away, my Great Grandmother kept it loaded under her pillow until she moved from the family home...
The gun was given to me 35 years ago. It has no real value, but to me it is priceless....
I've got an old H&R .32 top break. Those are pretty neat old guns. They are very light and thin and easy to carry in a pocket.0 -
My great grandfather was assassinated by Zapata troops a few weeks after he killed two of them when they tried to loot his home outside Mexico City.
http://www.newspaperabstracts.com/link.php?action=detail&id=1752
From the link.
The successful resistance made by McManus last January when khaki clad followers of Zapata tried to invade his home earned the hatred of the band of Mexicans who finally killed her brother, according to Miss McManus. As proof ot her statements she offered the letters dated February 4, Mexico city, which follows:
?A friend of mine phoned me in the morning of January 15 advising me to keep the gates closed and to prepare for trouble. I didn?t pay any attention to it because I was busy at work. Fortunately, however, I carried two United States Krag rifles up to the roof of the house.
?Along about 11:50 a. m. I heard a racket at the front door and saw my porters light out on the run. I could see some khaki uniforms through the cracks and heard the bunch demanding me to open up. I called to them from the roof and told them plainly that the door would not be opened and that any greaser who tried to climb over would be shot. One of the men climbed on his horse and started to climb to the roof of the portico lodge.
He asked me in Spanish if I did not intend to open up.
?There was nothing to do but plug the bandit, so I let go with my Krag and caught him just below the stomach. He let out a yell and grabbed for the flag-pole, but he hobbled backward into the street. By this time I saw that I was in for a fight, so I started in plugging at the balance of the bunch, which did not number over nine or ten. They all ran like a pack of yelping dogs and I kept plugging away as they ran across the prairie. They left a large amount of loot in the doorway, which had been stolen from other homes.?
Not knowing what happened to Great Grandpa John's Krag rifles, I decided to buy a few in honor of his defense of home.
So while they are not his, every time I take them out, I think of him and the life and (eventual) death struggle he engaged in with an identical piece.0 -
I have a Win Mdl 12 my father liberated from his employer after the business building was badly burnt in an arson fire in 1967. It is a straight stocked 12 Ga with a FC 30" nickel steel barrel manufactured in 1925. Dad was born in 1927. The fire was started by a disgruntled happy or suspected pedophile who was somehow outed to the employer, who fired him after only a week on the job. The ex-employee was seen at the building only a few minutes before the fire was started. The fire chief declared it an arson job. The boss declined to pursue the ex-employee since it could have really hurt his business.
Per my dad, the boss, in his much younger years, hunted fox in organized hunts and carried the shotgun in a scabbard. The stock and receiver have some battle scars. I shot it only once. Don't think dad ever shot it. I like the action since you can hold the trigger back and just keep pumping and shooting.
I'll leave it to my eldest nephew who is the only grandchild that likely has much of a memory of dad.0 -
In September 7th 1869 my S&W #2 shipped from the factory to C.W. May Co, Paris France. It was one of 150 guns marked for Japan.
During the batle of Okinowa in May of 1945 the revolver was liberated from a Japanese solder by a Minnesota veteren and returned to the USA.
This revolver is the only known example of the Kanji (markings) being on the back strap of the gun rther than on the sides. Its markings translate to "1871 (western year) No. 1,221 - Myodo Perfecture"
They are hand applied markings. The Myodo Perfecture was once located in the Shikoku region but only existed between 1871 and 1880. It became the current Tokushima Perfection on March 2, 1880.
The gun has stocks that have been carved into a coral pattern and then enameled to the corral color. Unfortunatly the gun was purchased from an olderly man at a gun show who recalled the storey, but the purchaser was not bright enough to get his name and any further information. It is clean and very shootable.0 -
I had one of the first Rollin White revolvers ever made - prior to S&W taking over manufacture - it's stamped Lowell Massachusetts which is were I was born - Rollin worked at colt and came up with the design for the bored through revolver cylinder for use with a self contained one piece rimfire cartridge...
Colt passed - not only passed but they humiliated Rollin and badmouthed him in the press and throughout the industry
A Smith and Wesson engineer went all in in a card game and won a revolver of a type he was unfamiliar with using a unique form of ammunition
Weeks later Smith had hired Rollin and signed a deal - a contract that ultimately ruined Rollins life
The contract stipulated that Rollin was responsible for pursuing any and all patent infringement cases in court at his own expense and on his own time - required him to appear as an expert witness
The prolific explosion of patent infringement firearms was amazing - there are books written about it
I had 2 of these including serial number 58 - of a design that revolutionized firearm design overnight
One came with an envelope from Smith to Rollin prior to the contract
Samuel Clemons - noted author non de plume - carried one
Then there is a patent trial submission rifle from Remington hand made by two brothers who would later be fired by Remington for wasting resources on design avenues considered to be dead ends
Those brother were Peter and Paul Mauser...
It seem like a wild story or fantasy but I assure you it's true and the guns were under my stewardship
The one that escaped my hands was a Winchester made revolver similar to the US model 1917 pattern - which of course must be fake - impossible - they had an agreement not to produce such handguns
Then I found that some had been made in house - and some lunch box specials escaped the factory and went home with workers rather than being destroyed
I have a rifle that when I was a boy both Carlos hathcock and art cook taught me the fundamentals of 4 position match shooting with - Dave Lyman and Mike anti and Nicole panko and lones wiggen all handles and shot this rifle
This is the core tenet of collecting and safe guarding firearms that many don't seem to understand
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I have a Win Mdl 12 my father liberated from his employer after the business building was badly burnt in an arson fire in 1967. It is a straight stocked 12 Ga with a FC 30" nickel steel barrel manufactured in 1925. Dad was born in 1927. The fire was started by a disgruntled happy or suspected pedophile who was somehow outed to the employer, who fired him after only a week on the job. The ex-employee was seen at the building only a few minutes before the fire was started. The fire chief declared it an arson job. The boss declined to pursue the ex-employee since it could have really hurt his business.
Per my dad, the boss, in his much younger years, hunted fox in organized hunts and carried the shotgun in a scabbard. The stock and receiver have some battle scars. I shot it only once. Don't think dad ever shot it. I like the action since you can hold the trigger back and just keep pumping and shooting.
I'll leave it to my eldest nephew who is the only grandchild that likely has much of a memory of dad.0 -
Bump - btt
Mike0
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