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- Tue Apr 04, 2006 11:24 am
- Forum: General Gun, Shooting & Equipment Discussion
- Topic: Firearms with history and personal meaning. long read, pics
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- Mon Apr 03, 2006 7:17 pm
- Forum: General Gun, Shooting & Equipment Discussion
- Topic: Firearms with history and personal meaning. long read, pics
- Replies: 13
- Views: 1671
Thank you Gary for this thread. The subject really had my wheels turning last night trying to figure out which of my guns were "special" to me. The answer I came up with is all of them.....but I am sure noone wants to sit and hear the history of them all so I picked three that are the most significant. I hope you enjoy the story.
My S&W 686 was a high school graduation gift from my father. It was the first handgun I ever owned and officially started the addiction. It was a true lemon from the factor and many times the value of this gun were dropped on it before it was trustworthy. I found a really good gunsmith several years ago that make this revolver shoot better than any gun I have ever held. I might be a bit bias
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Upon moving out of my fathers house as a teenager and taking employment as a prison guard, this revolver was under my pillow on the fist night and has comforted me hundreds of times since then. It is my bedside weapon and bridge to my shotgun about 90% of the time.
My Ruger Redhawk .44 magnum saved my life. I hope that this is the only weapon that is ever responsible for doing this!
About nine months ago my wife offered to buy this slightly used gun for me in exchange for giving up dipping snuff. I dipped about two cans a day and never thought I could fight the battle of quitting! The gun shoots like a dream and I have never touched snuff since that day. I would like to have the top strap engraved that this gun saved my life.....Anyone have a suggestion of who could do a good job on that?
My Colt New Frontier was a gift from my father to my grandfather about 25 years ago. When my grandfather took sick and knew that his life was almost over, he returned it to my Dad and asked that he took good care of it. It was given to me about two years ago. I do not shoot the old revolver as much as I should, but I have been known to throw it in the range bag when I really miss my Grandfather. He took out many a Coke and beer can with this old thing.
My special firearms along with my Grandfathers pocket knife. The pictures within the picture are of my Father and I shooting.
My beloved Redhawk...it saved my life
My Grandfathers squirrel and plinking gun!
A special gift from my father
My S&W 686 was a high school graduation gift from my father. It was the first handgun I ever owned and officially started the addiction. It was a true lemon from the factor and many times the value of this gun were dropped on it before it was trustworthy. I found a really good gunsmith several years ago that make this revolver shoot better than any gun I have ever held. I might be a bit bias
. Upon moving out of my fathers house as a teenager and taking employment as a prison guard, this revolver was under my pillow on the fist night and has comforted me hundreds of times since then. It is my bedside weapon and bridge to my shotgun about 90% of the time.
My Ruger Redhawk .44 magnum saved my life. I hope that this is the only weapon that is ever responsible for doing this!
About nine months ago my wife offered to buy this slightly used gun for me in exchange for giving up dipping snuff. I dipped about two cans a day and never thought I could fight the battle of quitting! The gun shoots like a dream and I have never touched snuff since that day. I would like to have the top strap engraved that this gun saved my life.....Anyone have a suggestion of who could do a good job on that?
My Colt New Frontier was a gift from my father to my grandfather about 25 years ago. When my grandfather took sick and knew that his life was almost over, he returned it to my Dad and asked that he took good care of it. It was given to me about two years ago. I do not shoot the old revolver as much as I should, but I have been known to throw it in the range bag when I really miss my Grandfather. He took out many a Coke and beer can with this old thing.
My special firearms along with my Grandfathers pocket knife. The pictures within the picture are of my Father and I shooting.
My beloved Redhawk...it saved my life
My Grandfathers squirrel and plinking gun!
A special gift from my father