![]() I did, and he was gracious enough to let me have it for what he’d paid me for it years earlier. The old gun shot 5s and 6s very well with its 28-inch Full and Modified barrels, and I loved it in spite of its cosmetic flaws.įast-forward a few more years, and the fellow to whom I sold the gun was ready to pare back his collection and offered to sell the gun back to me if I wanted it. Little wonder it took me five years to get my degree. Back then it was a duck magnet in the fall and we’d hammer them every weekend-and quite a few week day mornings, too. No public access-we had to drive through a neighboring farmer’s feed lot to reach the shore to launch a boat. It was a shallow, spring-fed lake of a hundred acres or so surrounded by corn fields. In those years, I hunted ducks every weekend in October with a fraternity brother on a pothole lake near his great uncle’s farm. A buddy of mine took it home with him one weekend and patterned it for me and proclaimed it a shooter.Īnd so I shot it. Back then, we were allowed to keep our shotguns in the closets of our dorm rooms. The action was still tight with the lever slightly right of center. ![]() But, the stock had never been cut and the gun was “all there.” I cleaned up the bores and, to my surprise, they shined like glass. The grip cap had a chip knocked out of it. The original stock finish was cracked and flaking, and the wood itself was dented, scraped, and dinged-including a long gouge behind the left-side lock plate (not a crack, as are so often present on L.C. ![]() The barrels were silver and scraped and pitted in spots the case colors were mostly gone, leaving the action in what could generously be described as patina.
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