Poco
Member
Went to the gun show this weekend to help man our club table and not really looking for anything in particular. Lack of funds sure dulls the edge of interest. Slowly working my way down the aisles during a slow spell, I came across a Colt Detective Special in great condition. This set off a whole series of thoughts about working up a "Fitz Special." The only problem was the offering was in great condition and the price was well over my limit.
What's one to do? Whine, of course. Was doing just that a few minutes later with a friend when he got a serious look on his face and asked, "Are you really looking for a belly gun?" "Well, you have to admit, a snubbie would be a pretty good concealed carry gun," I replied. "I'm coming back tomorrow and I'll bring you one that you might be interested in," he said.
He was true to his word and when I met him again on Sunday he reached down into a bag and pulled out small pistol case. "Smith," he said as handed it to me, "but I'll bet you haven't seen of these in a while."
I noted how small the case was and how light it felt as I carefully unzipped it. Out came a five shot, pre-war (serial number 56xxx,) Terrier in 38 S&W. "Now this is coooool," I said as I reverently fondled it. "It's an "I" frame," he said, "pre-curser to the "J" and unlike Smith's later pistols it has a leaf mainspring as opposed to a coil spring so it's got a really smooth trigger."
I have to admit, I'm a sucker for neat old guns so the negotiation wasn't prolonged. Once we had come to terms on a very reasonable price, it was mine. Whoo boy! I just couldn't stop fooling with it as he stood there with a big grin on his face. "I almost forgot, these go with it," as he dug down to the bottom of his bag and then handed me a small bundle wrapped in bubble wrap. Inside was a fitted set of vintage pearl grips.
I believe there are rare times when a little whining while among friends doesn't hurt. I'm not prone to it but in this instance, I'm glad I broke my normal reserve. It was worth it.
What's one to do? Whine, of course. Was doing just that a few minutes later with a friend when he got a serious look on his face and asked, "Are you really looking for a belly gun?" "Well, you have to admit, a snubbie would be a pretty good concealed carry gun," I replied. "I'm coming back tomorrow and I'll bring you one that you might be interested in," he said.
He was true to his word and when I met him again on Sunday he reached down into a bag and pulled out small pistol case. "Smith," he said as handed it to me, "but I'll bet you haven't seen of these in a while."
I noted how small the case was and how light it felt as I carefully unzipped it. Out came a five shot, pre-war (serial number 56xxx,) Terrier in 38 S&W. "Now this is coooool," I said as I reverently fondled it. "It's an "I" frame," he said, "pre-curser to the "J" and unlike Smith's later pistols it has a leaf mainspring as opposed to a coil spring so it's got a really smooth trigger."
I have to admit, I'm a sucker for neat old guns so the negotiation wasn't prolonged. Once we had come to terms on a very reasonable price, it was mine. Whoo boy! I just couldn't stop fooling with it as he stood there with a big grin on his face. "I almost forgot, these go with it," as he dug down to the bottom of his bag and then handed me a small bundle wrapped in bubble wrap. Inside was a fitted set of vintage pearl grips.
I believe there are rare times when a little whining while among friends doesn't hurt. I'm not prone to it but in this instance, I'm glad I broke my normal reserve. It was worth it.
