Dashriprock
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I attend about twenty regional gun shows a year, and in agreement with most of the show threads posted here I find there is way too much jerky and jewelry for my taste, mixed in with the crazy-price dreamtags on all the guns.
No matter, though, I’m looking for books.
Since 1992, when I was a sophomore in college, I have been slowly and steadily building a formidable library of arms, hunting, gunsmithing and reloading books. From O’Connor to Keith, Whelen to Skelton, Sharpe to Ackley and everything in between – even a complete set of Gun Digest – my guncrank biblioholic obsessions have been as single-mindedly robust as my shooting, reloading and gun collecting tendencies. One hobby feeds the next in this realm, eh?
During the course of this most engrossing run I have gotten into a serious Africana run of late. It started as an extension of my immersion into Craig Boddington’s books, through which I have found myself seeking out all the classic titles on African hunting.
What a trove! Taylor and Selous and Bell and Hemingway and Ruark and Capstick –these guys lived remarkable lives and we are so fortunate they had the prescience to record their experiences. The world in which they lived and hunted has long followed the sunset, yet living vicariously through their exploits and tales hastens the heartbeat of any red-blooded man of the gun and the hunt.
So I’m wandering the floor at the local show a few weeks back and happen upon a new dealer’s table filled with interesting old stuff. Many guys my age seek only black plastic, Teflon, hi-cap and tacticool, but I’m a geek for walnut, bluing and color-case, old paper, ammo boxes, ephemera and interesting things from an era too quickly fading. Guy had some neat books and good old revolvers, even an old nickeled Quackenbush bicycle gun for driving off marauding hounds while on a Sunday velocipede excursion.
Perusing his rifle rack, I spy what is clearly a new production piece on a giant Mauser action, odd girl in the rack of old wood and worn steel, way too new. Express leaf sights and a fat barrel. I check the tag and the price seems far too low. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?!
“Sir, is there a 1 missing here on this price tag, or maybe even a 2?”
“No, got it in a trade awhile back and just need to move it out. Got a bunch of ammo, too.”
Long story short, the cash quickly came out and I am now enjoying a CZ Safari Rifle with the American style stock in that grand old English chambering from 1911 – the .416 Rigby. I even traded a couple uncirculated certified common-date Morgan dollars for several boxes of Hornady DGS ammo. SMOKING good deal, the kind of serendipitous event that makes guns shows still worth attending.
All the books I’ve read have extolled the virtues of this cartridge on dangerous game, and it was particularly satisfying to read that it was rescued from near obsolescence by Bill Ruger in the late 1980s. Heck, it’s enjoying a renaissance of wildly successful proportions today, as evidenced by all the top-shelf hunting ammo being made for it by the major manufacturers.
While I likely won’t be visiting Africa for a Big Five Safari anytime soon, the rifle is great fun to have in the rack while I’m taking recoil therapy on Sunday mornings at my club. The big 400-gr. solids at 2,400 fps wreak havoc on those big #10 cans of tomato sauce! The sound and the fury draws guys from neighboring benches eager to have a whack with an old African classic.
Thanks to all the great hunting men of letters who had the gumption to go into the Dark Continent and take the time to record their adventures and the details of their guns. It inspired me to this rifle, and I’m having no end of fun.
No matter, though, I’m looking for books.
Since 1992, when I was a sophomore in college, I have been slowly and steadily building a formidable library of arms, hunting, gunsmithing and reloading books. From O’Connor to Keith, Whelen to Skelton, Sharpe to Ackley and everything in between – even a complete set of Gun Digest – my guncrank biblioholic obsessions have been as single-mindedly robust as my shooting, reloading and gun collecting tendencies. One hobby feeds the next in this realm, eh?
During the course of this most engrossing run I have gotten into a serious Africana run of late. It started as an extension of my immersion into Craig Boddington’s books, through which I have found myself seeking out all the classic titles on African hunting.
What a trove! Taylor and Selous and Bell and Hemingway and Ruark and Capstick –these guys lived remarkable lives and we are so fortunate they had the prescience to record their experiences. The world in which they lived and hunted has long followed the sunset, yet living vicariously through their exploits and tales hastens the heartbeat of any red-blooded man of the gun and the hunt.
So I’m wandering the floor at the local show a few weeks back and happen upon a new dealer’s table filled with interesting old stuff. Many guys my age seek only black plastic, Teflon, hi-cap and tacticool, but I’m a geek for walnut, bluing and color-case, old paper, ammo boxes, ephemera and interesting things from an era too quickly fading. Guy had some neat books and good old revolvers, even an old nickeled Quackenbush bicycle gun for driving off marauding hounds while on a Sunday velocipede excursion.
Perusing his rifle rack, I spy what is clearly a new production piece on a giant Mauser action, odd girl in the rack of old wood and worn steel, way too new. Express leaf sights and a fat barrel. I check the tag and the price seems far too low. Whiskey Tango Foxtrot?!
“Sir, is there a 1 missing here on this price tag, or maybe even a 2?”
“No, got it in a trade awhile back and just need to move it out. Got a bunch of ammo, too.”
Long story short, the cash quickly came out and I am now enjoying a CZ Safari Rifle with the American style stock in that grand old English chambering from 1911 – the .416 Rigby. I even traded a couple uncirculated certified common-date Morgan dollars for several boxes of Hornady DGS ammo. SMOKING good deal, the kind of serendipitous event that makes guns shows still worth attending.
All the books I’ve read have extolled the virtues of this cartridge on dangerous game, and it was particularly satisfying to read that it was rescued from near obsolescence by Bill Ruger in the late 1980s. Heck, it’s enjoying a renaissance of wildly successful proportions today, as evidenced by all the top-shelf hunting ammo being made for it by the major manufacturers.
While I likely won’t be visiting Africa for a Big Five Safari anytime soon, the rifle is great fun to have in the rack while I’m taking recoil therapy on Sunday mornings at my club. The big 400-gr. solids at 2,400 fps wreak havoc on those big #10 cans of tomato sauce! The sound and the fury draws guys from neighboring benches eager to have a whack with an old African classic.
Thanks to all the great hunting men of letters who had the gumption to go into the Dark Continent and take the time to record their adventures and the details of their guns. It inspired me to this rifle, and I’m having no end of fun.