I stumbled upon a homely little Ruger Security Six at a local auction. The poor thing was the ugly duckling of the collection so bidding was tepid at best. When the hammer fell the little guy came home with me for $235.
This thing hasn't been beat up as much as it has been neglected. There is heavy pitting on the driver's side and most of the cylinder. The right side only shows pitting under the stocks. In fact, the left side grip is considerably darker than the right. Then, to hide the shame, someone refinished the gun. Interestingly enough, the barrel is fairly black in color with the rest of the gun showing more of a plumb tint. The rear sight is the only place where some of the original blue still shows.
Knowing that it's a Ruger, I wasn't too concerned with it's function. After all, I could always send it in for any necessary major repairs and the rest I can do myself. As it sits, the wee beastie locks up well and passes the traditional revolver checkout. It's bank vault tight with the hammer back and has acceptable cylinder shake when it's down. Gap is good.
Why did I buy it? Well, it' s a 357 that can handle loads meaner than a prudent man wants to hold and has an expected life span only slightly shorter than that of the earth itself. My safe was lacking a 357 and this one was cheap.
Being a stubby, I could drag it around with me into environments that I wouldn't want to subject my regular carry guns to. There's also the distinct possibility that I'll just do my best to wear it out at the range.
Now, the big question is, what to do about the gun. Should I purty it up and go through the trouble of hiding the pits? How about a simple strip and squirt? There's a possibility of slamming Cerakote right over the top of what it's already wearing. The lazy way out would be to leave Little Ugly as it sits and just shoot the stinking thing.
I've got pretty guns so I don't need a beauty queen but I'd like to have a better looking gun. Man size stocks are definitely on the to-do list. My paws swallow this thing so badly it's uncomfortable to hold as-is.
I thought I'd toss it out to the collective and see what better minds than mine could come up with.
Ain't she a beaut?
This thing hasn't been beat up as much as it has been neglected. There is heavy pitting on the driver's side and most of the cylinder. The right side only shows pitting under the stocks. In fact, the left side grip is considerably darker than the right. Then, to hide the shame, someone refinished the gun. Interestingly enough, the barrel is fairly black in color with the rest of the gun showing more of a plumb tint. The rear sight is the only place where some of the original blue still shows.
Knowing that it's a Ruger, I wasn't too concerned with it's function. After all, I could always send it in for any necessary major repairs and the rest I can do myself. As it sits, the wee beastie locks up well and passes the traditional revolver checkout. It's bank vault tight with the hammer back and has acceptable cylinder shake when it's down. Gap is good.
Why did I buy it? Well, it' s a 357 that can handle loads meaner than a prudent man wants to hold and has an expected life span only slightly shorter than that of the earth itself. My safe was lacking a 357 and this one was cheap.
Being a stubby, I could drag it around with me into environments that I wouldn't want to subject my regular carry guns to. There's also the distinct possibility that I'll just do my best to wear it out at the range.
Now, the big question is, what to do about the gun. Should I purty it up and go through the trouble of hiding the pits? How about a simple strip and squirt? There's a possibility of slamming Cerakote right over the top of what it's already wearing. The lazy way out would be to leave Little Ugly as it sits and just shoot the stinking thing.
I've got pretty guns so I don't need a beauty queen but I'd like to have a better looking gun. Man size stocks are definitely on the to-do list. My paws swallow this thing so badly it's uncomfortable to hold as-is.
I thought I'd toss it out to the collective and see what better minds than mine could come up with.
Ain't she a beaut?
