End of an era.
Shit, shit shit shit shit.
My gunsmith, and the guy from whom I learned more about guns than from any human, has finally retired. He’s sold his business.
I have one of his rifles- this one.
it is my pride and joy.
Harry is still doing gunsmithing, but on a smaller scale. And he’s no longer making barrels at all. I intend to visit him as soon as I can, now I’ve found this out.
Look, I imagine Harry would never have sold his business to anyone unless they were going to continue to make fine barrels- but the day of being able to buy a one of a kind rifle, lovingly created, rifled, chambered, fitted to the action, blued, and pillar bedded to an action, one rifle at a time, by one of the world’s old time fine gunsmiths- those days are gone. Forever. And they will never, ever return.
Damn.
Oh, for another McGowen rifle look here:
Son of a bitch.
Man, I hate it when a good thing goes away – especially when I haven’t enjoyed it to my full satisfaction.
Can you post a bigger picture of your rifle Neanderpundit? What caliber is that one?
My son is telling me that nowadays you can buy tack drivers right out of the box! His No.1 single shot goes under an inch at 100 yards all day long and a smith hasn’t touched it.
If this is true then maybe there is no place in the market for the sorcerers to work their magic anymore.