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Dad likes old guns but he likes new ones too. Mr. Russel bought one and Dad got the bug, I ain't mad at him.
DLH
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I've told this story before but I like it so much I'll tell it again. Dad and Grandpa both had sawed off Stevens 311 shotguns for quail and doves, Dad a 12 and Grandpa a 20. Both had tenite stocks on them which they didn't like much. Dad bought roughed out blanks (just the head cut out) from Bishop or Herters and stocked them both in the early 60's but didn't do the forends.
When I turned 40 my father asked me what I wanted as a gift for this milestone. I told him I thought it was time to make a forend for his old Stevens, he'd given me the gun years before. He thought that was a fine idea and it only took him about a year to get around to it. Grandpa passed shortly afterwards (age 93) and his 20 gauge came down to me. I immediately handed it off to Dad for the same treatment. He got it done about a year later (Dad likes to take his time). Afterwards we took it to the local stocker / engraver and had a gold initial plate added to the forend with Grandfathers name and home town. It's probably the only straight grip Stevens 311 (marked JC Higgins) with a gold initial plate in captivity. DLH
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09-04-2013, 07:52 PM | #7 | ||||||
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OK, Chris, here goes, but stop me if you've heard this before. When I was eleven or twelve, my Uncle sent me my Grandfather's Lefever, which had been in NYC purgatory since Granddad's death in 1929. My Uncle had not hunted for many years and lived in Brooklyn. It was my only gun at the time, so I immediatedly found that black powder and the other neccesities could be bought at the Rockville Trading Post. I had been told that the Lefever had "soft barrels" and couldn't be shot with modern shells. A friend of Dad's on Staten Island sent me a roll crimper and some primitive decappers and recappers. The wad seating tool was the other end of the decapper. I still have all those tools. I shot some clay birds with it, but didn't hunt with it much because PA pheasants were serious business in our family, no place for black powder and tissue paper wads. However, one day I was off with my Pointer, Ranger, for a day alone in the heavy brush of a McSherrystown farm within sight of the Bethlehem diggings and mean Angus cattle on one side and the Hanover Shoe Plant on the back. The third side of the farm had no end that I ever found, although it was not all owned by my host. I was carrying the Lefever.
The Lefever has a "pigeon safety" which has the SAFE engraved at the rear of the button, and the auto safety feature works just like on a regular auto safety except the safety is off whenever you open and close the gun, instead of on. You move the button back to fire the gun. Now I never got a lot of chances for a double on cockbirds because we hunted the heavy stuff, not the corn, because of the dogs. You guessed it, that morning going through a creek bottom, the dog pointed, and without fanfare two cockbirds got up right in front of me and I almost bent the gun in half trying to push the safety forward and pull the front, then the rear, then the front triggers, while the birds disappeared. It was late into a long successful season, so opportunities were not plentiful, and that may have been about it for the morning. I believe that was about the last time I attempted to fire the Lefever. Granddad bought the gun new in 1887 as much as I have heard. He was a successful businessman and 31 years old by that time, so I assume he didn't buy any used guns. It was probably built in the first year of pivot lever hammerless Lefevers. I know it isn't the first pivot lever gun, because the Lefever Collectors list one 562 numbers earlier as the first pivot lever Lefever made. Imagine my surprise when I found out that the "first one", listed by the LACA, is in my collection, not because I knew it was, but because I liked in and bought it years ago. Granddad's Lefever is a great gun with some ownership provenance, well cared for, so I should probably shoot it a bit. |
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Wonderful story Bill. You really have to shoot the ole' gal now that you outed the story. Don't feel bad as the safety flub has affected more than one upland hunter. Bring it to Prospect Hall for the next pigeon shoot. I'd love to lift it to my shoulder and feel what your granddad felt as he cheeked it.
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that was a good one bill..yes you need to take the lefever out one more time.. restrey thats a fine storey on the dove hunt and sounds like grandpa s little jc higgins is still smoking them... charlie
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09-04-2013, 08:18 PM | #10 | ||||||
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Excellent ,thank you !
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