I have a 1933 Woodsman that I wouldn't trade for any gun turned out today. Made when my father was barely a teen, she's not a debutante any more, worn around the edges, sure, but I'd rather dance with her than any girl at the ball. I've even taken her to meet my mom, still with us, thank God. Mom, 88 years young, hates guns to this day, one of the things she and my father always disagreed on; she sort of likes this old Colt of mine, though.
Sure I've got newer Colts and Smiths, even one of those new-fangled Glocks, a brace of CZs, a Beretta and Beretta clone, a couple of Walthers, but I'd get rid of any of them for money. I'll keep the Woodsman, however, thank you very kindly.