larryf1952
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I got a MidwayUSA flyer in the mail the other day. Normally, I give them a scant look and toss them in the trash, since I'm not generally into optics or camo. But, this time, I looked through it a bit more carefully and noticed a graphic for Uberti black powder revolvers.
Now, I have absolutely no intention of ever getting into black powder shooting, nor do I have the desire to do so. I already reload my own ammo, and black powder is just more hassle and effort than I need to add to my life.
But, I've always thought that the mystique and the "look" of the old percussion revolvers were just too cool for words. I already own a Pietta 1851 Navy .44. It's my "Josey Wales" gun, and I like to just pull it out of its rug, polish it up, work the action and fondle it from time to time.
So, to make a story that's getting longer shorter, last Saturday night, I ordered a Uberti 1860 Colt Army .44 percussion revolver. It was dropped at my door on Wednesday morning. This thing is a gorgeous deep blue with a steel frame and brass trigger guard. What a beautiful gun that I'll never shoot!
My wife just laughs at me when I watch an Eastwood spaghetti western or some such movie, and I've got my black powder six guns right there with me. She says that when I start dressing up in dirty clothes, wearing a sombrero and a couple of bandoleers, smoking a stubby cigar, she's moving out. I tell her she should count her blessings. It gives her a chance to share the house with a 12 year old again for a couple of hours.
Now, I have absolutely no intention of ever getting into black powder shooting, nor do I have the desire to do so. I already reload my own ammo, and black powder is just more hassle and effort than I need to add to my life.
But, I've always thought that the mystique and the "look" of the old percussion revolvers were just too cool for words. I already own a Pietta 1851 Navy .44. It's my "Josey Wales" gun, and I like to just pull it out of its rug, polish it up, work the action and fondle it from time to time.
So, to make a story that's getting longer shorter, last Saturday night, I ordered a Uberti 1860 Colt Army .44 percussion revolver. It was dropped at my door on Wednesday morning. This thing is a gorgeous deep blue with a steel frame and brass trigger guard. What a beautiful gun that I'll never shoot!
My wife just laughs at me when I watch an Eastwood spaghetti western or some such movie, and I've got my black powder six guns right there with me. She says that when I start dressing up in dirty clothes, wearing a sombrero and a couple of bandoleers, smoking a stubby cigar, she's moving out. I tell her she should count her blessings. It gives her a chance to share the house with a 12 year old again for a couple of hours.