The Story Behind the Gun

Quiet Man

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In the years I've been on the lookout for Smith & Wesson and other old firearms, I have walked in many shops, viewed the goods on gun show isles, perused the local classifieds and have looked at many guns. In looking back at some I bought and some I passed, a few stories from the seller come to mind:

A Colt Match Target Woodsman was offered by a fellow who had a WWII verteran as a neighbor. The neighbor veteran had no family and became close to this fellow. When he passed away he willed his house and belongings to the man offering the Colt. When he was cleaning out the veterans house, prior to selling it, he discovered a box in the closet that contained this pistol. It was the original box with a Colt Match Target 2nd series inside with target, sight adjustment tool, grip adapters and brochure. It had been shot, but well taken care of. He told me the owner was a navigator on a B-17. He had no interest in firearms and only wanted to liquidate them. I still have the Colt, which was made in the early 1950's.

I called on a local ad for a Smith .357. The seller described it as a large frame, 6" barrel with a red ramp front sight. When I had them open the cylinder and read me the model number it was a 27-2. It was an uncles gun who had never married. When he passed his sister inherited many guns including this one. The nephew was the seller. He said his uncle was a hunter and trapper and was always in the mountains of Colorado. The 27-2 should have had a partridge front sight, however the red ramp showed no signs of being added, so I bought it. It shows signs of use, but is still tight and clean with the original numbered target grips.

A Winchester .30 WCF saddle ring carbine I looked at was in very rough shape. It was missing the saddle ring, had little to no bluing left, the rear ladder sight was replaced with a marbles half buckhorn, the tang screw had been replaced and the new screw was peened down into the tang, the stock had several deep gouges and several notches cut into the buttstock. The seller said the notches were for each bear the gun had shot. It had belonged to a grandmother who had homesteaded in Montana. That is one I passed on..

I looked at a little Smith model 34 that the seller said had belonged to his mother. Bought by his father for her to carry in her purse. Interestingly it had a 4" barrel and looked like it had not been shot much. His parents had both been gone for some time and this was the last of the guns. I told him if I had a gun that had been my mothers it would never be sold. He said it didn't mean much to him and still was certain he wanted to sell it. I did take that one home as well.

A Winchester 62A offered for sale by an older gentleman. He said he had bought it new in 1956. It was in very nice condition. He said he had a grandson that was upset he was not giving it to him. He mentioned the grandson never came to see him and only seem to want something when he did speak with him, He had decided he was not going to use it much any more, and with his wife having passed a few years prior was slowly getting rid of his accumlations. I bought the .22 and when I was looking through a book on the 61 and 62's, the serial number placed it being made in 1956, the year he mentioned he bought it.

I don't value most guns based on stories that may come with them, though I do find some stories very interesting. Some I am certain have truth to them, others may be a seller's ploy?
 
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Unless it is a gun that was owned by a (in)famous person, or a celebrity, with due providence, I don't think the guns history adds much, if any additional value to the average buyer. I, however, do appreciate it.

My father was a crew chief on a B-29 back in the Korean War. When he came back home to Bridgeport, CT, he went back to duck hunting in the coastal salt marshes with a passion, using his new Remington Sportsman 58 .12 ga. My uncle Jack (his brother in law), was never in to hunting, but my dad talked him into trying it. They found a farmer who had an old round knob Browning Light Auto-5 for sale, and my uncle bought it.

My father told me stories about their hunting adventures, like the time my uncle got stuck in marsh mud (twice), and how one time, my dad had to go back to the truck and get a rope to pull him out. When he returned, the tide had started coming in, and my uncle was up to his waist in salt water. Got him out just in time. Another time, my dad said they were in the marsh, a couple hundred feet separated, when he heard a bunch of shooting from my uncles position, and started seeing birds fall. He walked over, and found my uncle all proud of himself. My dad asked him, "Jack, why are you shooting sea gulls?" He had thought they were Rails.

My uncle gave up hunting, and in the early 1970's gifted me that Browning one day out of the blue. I shot and hunted the snot out of that gun. When my father passed in 1999, I inherited his Remington, one of only two guns he had kept, the other being a Ruger .44 Deerstalker carbine that had been a gift from Bill Ruger.

They all sit in my safe now, and the stories / memories that go with them probably would not add any value to someone else, but they do to me, and I will never sell them.

Larry
 
cool stories, thanks for sharing. my most special is a remington semi auto that my Grandmother bought for Grandpa. my dad ended up with it and he gave it to my older brother. older brother gave Dad a pump Remington 30 06. a while later my brother came and reclaimed the 30 06 so Dad reclaimed Grandpa's 22 and gave it to me.

i gave Dad several over the years and got em all back when he passed. whish he still had them. krs/kenny
 
I was gifted a Type 26 Japanese revolver from the man that brought it home. He apparently didn't take it off a dead soldier. It was picked from a giant pile of equipment in Korea. He won it in a raffle (the only thing he ever won, according to him).

I don't know whether to believe that story or not. And maybe that's what he wants.
 
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My only gun story is with Marlin 30-30's. In my teens, Dad gave me a 336 as he was a Marlin guy. Fast forward many years, I passed that Marlin to our oldest when he turned 16. After telling Dad that I needed to get another due to that, he went and got the Marlin my Grandfather had given him. So I have the Marlin he was given by my Grandfather, and my oldest has the Marlin given to me by his Grandfather.


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Just Deserts

A Winchester 62A offered for sale by an older gentleman. He said he had bought it new in 1956. It was in very nice condition. He said he had a grandson that was upset he was not giving it to him. He mentioned the grandson never came to see him and only seem to want something when he did speak with him, He had decided he was not going to use it much any more, and with his wife having passed a few years prior was slowly getting rid of his accumlations. ?


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I'm trying to make my own stories to go with my guns. One day i was visiting my dad and he said to me, "You're into cowboy shooting. Take the Trapdoor Springfield home with you." So I did take it home and it became the inspiration to me to get some quality gun safes.

Later on, I was an extra in a movie set out west in the 1890s. I developed my character as an Indian policeman on the local reservation, and as a prop I carried the Trapdoor Springfield my dad gave me. While on set, I got to be a living history lecturer showing people the Trapdoor Springfield and how it operated.

During the movie shoot, the crew was taking pictures of the cast, and I was photographed during the saloon scene. Pictures of the cast then were put into a deck of cards that the movie company sold as movie merchandise. I made sure to get a few decks and my face ended up on the Seven of Clubs.
 
My only gun story involves me. Unfortunately my father had a strong dislike for handguns. Never said why, but it was a known fact. He hunted and fished but only owned long guns. I started shooting my friends handguns and wanted my own handgun so bad but no way would I ever own one living at home. Should have added, money was always tight growing up. About a week after high school graduation, we got up one Saturday morning and he told me to get in the car that he was taking me to get my present. Knowing he had no extra money, I was surprised when he drove me to a gun shop and bought me my first handgun. A Colt Python on top of that! That was in 1975. Price was $279 plus tax. It meant so much that he got me my dream gun and that was a lot of money for him to dish out. Probably close to a weeks pay. Still have it and it is literally priceless to me. I've shot over 30k rounds through it through the years and still shoot it regularly. Not much to look at but it's the most beautiful gun on the planet to me
 
Great stories.
My best one is about the Parker Trojan 20 gauge double gun my Daddy gave me when I was about 12.
His uncle's daughter had given it to him. The Uncle, a WWI veteran, was a quail hunter.
Daddy told me, "Uncle Perk probably killed enough quail to fill the bed of that pickup truck out there."

Oh, and that earthquake you thought you felt was just Art Doc/SP rolling in his grave. ;)
 
My only gun story involves me. Unfortunately my father had a strong dislike for handguns. Never said why, but it was a known fact. He hunted and fished but only owned long guns. I started shooting my friends handguns and wanted my own handgun so bad but no way would I ever own one living at home. Should have added, money was always tight growing up. About a week after high school graduation, we got up one Saturday morning and he told me to get in the car that he was taking me to get my present. Knowing he had no extra money, I was surprised when he drove me to a gun shop and bought me my first handgun. A Colt Python on top of that! That was in 1975. Price was $279 plus tax. It meant so much that he got me my dream gun and that was a lot of money for him to dish out. Probably close to a weeks pay. Still have it and it is literally priceless to me. I've shot over 30k rounds through it through the years and still shoot it regularly. Not much to look at but it's the most beautiful gun on the planet to me

What a wonderful story!
 
My U.S. M1911A1 "Half Singer". Slide was manufactured by Singer and the frame manufactured by Remington Rand in 1943. Left side of slide has the inscription, "S. MFG. CO. ELIZABETH, N.J., U.S.A." Right side of frame is marked, UNITED STATES PROPERTY No. 926751 M1911A1 U.S. ARMY" Inspector Marked, "W.A.M."

The gun was obtained from the estate of a Korean War vet whose wife said that he brought it home with him. My take on it is that this was one of the M1911A1 which was rebuilt after WWII. The Singer made pistols were originally blued but this slide has been parkerized. When the "after the war M1911A1 Rebuilds" were done, the guns were stripped and like parts put in bins. When the parts had been inspected, there were refinished (parkerized) and reassembled upon refurbished frames. There was no attempt to try to "rematch-up" the parts as they were just grabbed and used to re-assemble the guns. This rebuilt M1911A1 with the Singer slide on the Remington frame was ready to be issued again and was issued to the guy who went to Korea.
 
When my Dad knew he had only a short time to live, he wanted to distribute his guns. In addition to his accumulation, he had inherited a revolver from my Great-Grandfather, and a few from my Grandfather. Thing was, no one wanted any but me. So I got them.

Many have a story, I will just tell this one for now:
Grandpa had a rough time in the Great Depression, being a family man with 3 kids and wife to support. He was a factory worker but the factories were all pretty much shut down so he had to work a lot of odd jobs, which weren't too plentiful either. I often heard the story that when my uncle Freddie was born, Grandpa had no money to pay the doctor, so he had to paint the doctor's house to settle the bill.

Well anyways, the gun:
During the Depression, Grandpa bought an old double barrel shotgun with a broken stock and missing parts for a quarter (!) That must have been circa 1933, and the gun was old then. He replaced an absent firing pin with one he fashioned from a nail. He carved a new stock out of wood from the stump of an apple tree. He hunted with it for years.

I call it "Old Mule Ears" because of the exposed hammers. Dad used to shoot it, but I never would, as the word Damascus is clearly visible on the barrels. Probably worth nothing to anyone else, but I will never sell it. :)
 
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I was in a store and a guy came in and traded in this FN .25 and H&R .38 for a newer gun. He didn't get much and I didn't pay much after their deal went through.

His story: They both were from his grandfather, who was supposedly a bodyguard for United Mine Workers Union boss John Lewis back in the twenties. When he died grandma stuck them in a tin of corn meal. When she died he dumped them out and traded them.

I'm not sure if the UMW part is true, but they did both have cornmeal in them.
 

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Great stories. I'm reading these and feeling a little loss for the connection to history that old guns have. I'm not getting out to the old shops anymore. The gun stores I've been going to cater to the new models. Black rifles, striker fired pistols, tactical stuff, have no history. I guess it's up to us to make a history with them.
 
I happen to have a Ithaca double owned by an old fellow I took quail hunting every now and then in the 1960s He was an amazing shot. Never missed a shot while hunting with me. He had the gun made for him in 1930 and is so engraved as it is a grade 4 ejector gun. He was an All American skeet shooter during the 1930s up to the mid 50s. I told him if he ever sold it I would love to buy it Whe he passed the family contacted me and said he left a passage in his will giving me first dibs on buying it. The price was not cheap but I had to have it...and still do. Researching it I have found it is one of only six made in the gauge and in grade 4. Value isn't just in dollars ya know? But I have value in memories and money on this one
 

This is the only gun I've ever lettered and I lettered it in 1998 when the service was $35. It's your basic Hand Ejector M&P 1905 Fourth Change, shipped in May 1921. It's the only handgun that my paternal Grandfather had ever owned. He recalls buying it in 1923 and his memory said that it was in a town that's 50-60 miles from where S&W said it was shipped.

On my Mom's suggestion, he gave it to me as a high school graduation gift. He was 90 at that time and I was 17. Being that it was the only handgun that he'd owned in his entire life, it made sense to me that I ask him "why did you buy this?" and he said to me "well, back in those days... A man owned a gun, you know?"

His memory at 90 said that he recalled paying $35 for it. Haha, the same money I spent on the letter. (a mere 69 years later!)

I never thought to ask him about the mother-of-pearl grips on it. The letter says that they are not original. I'll never know if he was the first owner of what would have been a two year old revolver and if he added the pearl or if perhaps it was lightly used and a previous owner put the pearls on it.
 

This is the only gun I've ever lettered and I lettered it in 1998 when the service was $35. It's your basic Hand Ejector M&P 1905 Fourth Change, shipped in May 1921. It's the only handgun that my paternal Grandfather had ever owned. He recalls buying it in 1923 and his memory said that it was in a town that's 50-60 miles from where S&W said it was shipped.

On my Mom's suggestion, he gave it to me as a high school graduation gift. He was 90 at that time and I was 17. Being that it was the only handgun that he'd owned in his entire life, it made sense to me that I ask him "why did you buy this?" and he said to me "well, back in those days... A man owned a gun, you know?"

His memory at 90 said that he recalled paying $35 for it. Haha, the same money I spent on the letter. (a mere 69 years later!)

I never thought to ask him about the mother-of-pearl grips on it. The letter says that they are not original. I'll never know if he was the first owner of what would have been a two year old revolver and if he added the pearl or if perhaps it was lightly used and a previous owner put the pearls on it.

Did it letter to a nearby town?
 
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