Which one of you cards hung a sign around my neck reading, “Home for wayward Smith and Wessons?”
Had to drive an hour or so to a neighboring town, for a… root canal. Yeah me! Of course, to make the day a little better, I have to scout any gun shop I see.
This poor old beastie was the only interesting thing in a shop I’ve never found any treasure in. Looks like 1928 production. Will have to do more research.
It’s not a pristine gem, but will be just the thing for the little niece and nephew when they are ready to try a revolver. They’re still at the “Red Ryder” stage.
I’m doing this from the telephone - hope the image comes through…