Today, at last dark of morning, I awoke to rising temperatures, all the way up to three below. Time to celebrate with Savage pleasure and with gratitude to that fine company for its findy sickle answer to Winchester levers -- especially the 1895.
She's been hanging on pegs since joining the family a few weeks ago, casually wiped down a time or two but still begrimed of long storage. (Well-oiled storage, however; thank you, Mr. Previous Owner.) Since there was nothing good on the internet, I decided to run her through my exterior detail shop.
Takedown was limited to pulling the Weaver K2, Redfield mount, and forearm. A little elbow grease with fine steel wool and brass brush left her shiny everywhere I could reach. The stock got a facial with Johnson paste wax, still my favorite cosmetic for oil-finished walnut.
She's from the 1950s in .300 Savage.
My never-sell-a-gun pledge remains in force, but I suppose I'll carry her to my next loophole table to explore trading opportunities. She ought to be even-up for a not-too-bad Garand or M1 Carbine. Maybe even a snazzy AR15 clone with a Pickiepickie rail, but I'd turn that offer down. I respect others' rights to own plastic, but, personally, I have my pride.
3 comments:
Oh, me want. Me want very much.
Not sure it's really worth a Garand, but still very, very nice.
Yeah, probably under Garand value, although I got my latest so-so M1 for $725 and these things are carrying a $700+ ask around here. True, I've never seen a 99 like mine actually bring that much.
She is pretty, isn't she? I'll probably keep it, even though it means loading another damned caliber.
Beatuiful piece, pardner. I'd say its a keeper but I am prejudiced...
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