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Hi all, I 've had this thought for some time. Have you ever wondered about the stories that a gun could tell? Say an english or classic american SxS. The owners, the hunts, the amount of birds it killed, the places its been. To bad they can't talk. I wonder this everytime a carry a good old SxS.

All the best!!

Greg

I think that's why many of us buy them, the mystery of it all. Is it possible to not wonder why they are in our hands and where they came from? Not knowing stirs imagination; time evaporates as we wait for the birds to swing again over the tollers. "Har, har," said Long John. "It's the black spot, says I."

Wow, Winters must really be long in Nova Scotia! I have been fortunate, I actually have some history a couple of mine.

Let it start with you, these guns will be around long after we are gone. It dawned on me when I was selling a simple marlin 336. It was my first deer rifle, took my first deer. I took a lot of ribbing from gramp because "such a big guy would carry such a little gun". When I sold it I wrote the stories down, right from its beginning with me at a pawn shop. The new owners thanked me for the stories and maybe they will continue to keep a history of the gun, maybe not. There is no reason not to start the history with you.

Funny how I get those thoughts when I carry ANY of my old doubles. Always wonder about the history and the stories they could tell, but never once crosses my mind if I hold an old pump-gun or even a single shot from the same era. Ahhhh behold the mystical side by side and all its enchanted history. Makes it worth it when all my fancy autoloader buddies call me ELMER FUDD. What kind of character and provenance can you get out of a Browning BPS?

We haven't had a winter like this in 50 years, Steve. There's a foot of ice in protected waters, salt or fresh, and I'm digging out my snares from the snow almost every other day. Snowshoes de rigeur. I like it though. Today I was smelt fishing and pacing off distances over the ice from a few of my blinds to confirm my range limits. And there's coming back to my home in the woods, with a wood-fire burning brightly, and the love of a good woman.

I raise a glass of single malt as I light a fresh Cohiba to your contentment and satisfaction. My compliments, sir.

My environment?...... exactly like King Brown's. Temperature in the mid forties. Feet nestled up next to my Keroson heater. My carpet tunnel hand wrapped around my TV controller dialing back and forth between the Nickelodeon 1&2 channels. No woman around to nag at me and tell me to put on some clothes. Chips, pretzels, dip, drink filling the cluttered coffee tables on each side of my recliner. And a gun safe full of 21s. Well.......almost exactly like King Brown. Ain't life grand?

The "ghosts" is one reason I buy these old guns, when I dropped a pheasant with my 1850's Manton 9 bore for the first time you could almost hear them clapping and cheering!
I hope you guys don't think I'm nuts.
Steve

Some years ago, a Gentleman gave me a lovely LC Smith hammer gun. Well used but clean and tight. I took it to Montana on my annual, and when I paired on sharptails, I KNOW it said "I have done this before!"