This was my Grampa's old .22.
The patina is from its storage in the closet for decades. The dust is from hanging on my wall.
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Marble No 2 front sight. |
Despite being made in 1938 it still groups wonderfully at 25 yards. Grampa didn't really pamper his guns, but internally it's well taken care of. For a decent hunk of his life he was a hired farm hand, I think I remember tales that he was hired to pop vermin in and around grain silos. Only vague memories and everyone who heard them first hand are dead now.
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