cromagnonmatt
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Last year I inherited my dad's guns when he passed away. When I began gathering them I noticed a .45 cal. revolver was missing. I notified the rest of the family that a firearm was missing and began searching the house from top to bottom. My dad had been mentally strong up to his last day so the idea that he placed it in an abnormal location was out, and I knew the gun hadn't been sold as some suggested, as we talked about shooting it just 3 weeks before he passed away. My dad kept very good records of his guns; make and model, serial numbers, etc. or at least so I thought. Upon retrieving the serial number for the gun I noticed what he had written down was in fact the assembly number from the yoke (which I only discovered with help from users on this forum
). After turning the house inside out, all I came up with was several boxes of .45 auto-rim, half and full moon clips, and the reloading dies.
Fast forward 18 months, my mom calls and asks me to stop by during lunch. (I've taken on much of the responsibility of maintaining my mom's yard and house so her request didn't seem at all unusual) When I walk in, she see's me and rushes to the table to grab a familiar tan leather case and holding it in the air exclaims "I found it!!!" In total shock and disbelief, I take the case, and can feel the weight and shape of a revolver inside. I can hardly get the question out fast enough - "Where did you find it??" and she proceeds to tell me it was in her side of the closet, in the far corner under an old robe she was planning to get rid of. At this point I'm filled with a mix of utter excitement, and complete confusion. I had searched everywhere. Nothing in that closet was left unexplored. I knew of the robe she was talking about, and exactly where it was. I knew the gun wasn't originally there, because I'm the one who rolled it up and put it in the corner over a year earlier!
At this point, I can't implicate anyone in having taken the gun, though a particular sibling and/or in-law is highly likely. For the most part I don't care either, although I will be more guarded with anything of value when others are visiting at the same time.
Now for the gun: I presume its a model 1917? Chambered in .45, serial number 210xxx, if anyone knows how I can find out the year it was manufactured/shipped I would greatly appreciate it. I had come to the bitter conclusion I'd never see this gun again, and now I can hardly wait to go out to dispose of some left over pumpkins
). After turning the house inside out, all I came up with was several boxes of .45 auto-rim, half and full moon clips, and the reloading dies. Fast forward 18 months, my mom calls and asks me to stop by during lunch. (I've taken on much of the responsibility of maintaining my mom's yard and house so her request didn't seem at all unusual) When I walk in, she see's me and rushes to the table to grab a familiar tan leather case and holding it in the air exclaims "I found it!!!" In total shock and disbelief, I take the case, and can feel the weight and shape of a revolver inside. I can hardly get the question out fast enough - "Where did you find it??" and she proceeds to tell me it was in her side of the closet, in the far corner under an old robe she was planning to get rid of. At this point I'm filled with a mix of utter excitement, and complete confusion. I had searched everywhere. Nothing in that closet was left unexplored. I knew of the robe she was talking about, and exactly where it was. I knew the gun wasn't originally there, because I'm the one who rolled it up and put it in the corner over a year earlier!
At this point, I can't implicate anyone in having taken the gun, though a particular sibling and/or in-law is highly likely. For the most part I don't care either, although I will be more guarded with anything of value when others are visiting at the same time.
Now for the gun: I presume its a model 1917? Chambered in .45, serial number 210xxx, if anyone knows how I can find out the year it was manufactured/shipped I would greatly appreciate it. I had come to the bitter conclusion I'd never see this gun again, and now I can hardly wait to go out to dispose of some left over pumpkins
.
