Pulp
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Many years ago, mid '70's, I had permission to hunt some land along Cache Creek, south of Lawton OK. The night before I was in an OTASCO (remember those) store at Lawton and they had a brass framed Colt replica cap and ball revolver kit for real cheap. I bought it, took it to the in-laws house and put it together, but didn't work on the grips at all. They were about 1/2inch oversized in all directions and you could sand them to fit your hand. This was the first Colt style gun I owned. I did have a brass framed '58 that my brother had given me. The next morning, I drove out to the land, and while waiting for sunrise loaded up the gun.
While walking into the woods I saw a squirrel running along the ground. He stopped on the other side of a big cottonwood log, that the center had rotted out off. Kinda like looking through a tinhorn. I pulled out the Colt, drew a bead on his head and began squeezing. Something I had read about them shooting high popped into my head, so I lowered the barrel until I could no longer see the front sight, then squeezed off a round. When the smoke cleared I couldn't see the squirrel, so I walked around the log and there he was, minus the top of his head. Bullet went in his left ear and out the right.
So the best shot I ever made on a squirrel was the first shot I ever made from a Colt styled revolver.
That same gun later came apart on me. I'm not really sure what happened, I just know I pulled the trigger, there was an extremely loud BOOM, and I was standing there with a grip frame in my hand. The barrel, cylinder and arbor were all missing. It was after dark and I never found the pieces. I took the frame back to OTASCO and they gave me a new kit.
While walking into the woods I saw a squirrel running along the ground. He stopped on the other side of a big cottonwood log, that the center had rotted out off. Kinda like looking through a tinhorn. I pulled out the Colt, drew a bead on his head and began squeezing. Something I had read about them shooting high popped into my head, so I lowered the barrel until I could no longer see the front sight, then squeezed off a round. When the smoke cleared I couldn't see the squirrel, so I walked around the log and there he was, minus the top of his head. Bullet went in his left ear and out the right.
So the best shot I ever made on a squirrel was the first shot I ever made from a Colt styled revolver.
That same gun later came apart on me. I'm not really sure what happened, I just know I pulled the trigger, there was an extremely loud BOOM, and I was standing there with a grip frame in my hand. The barrel, cylinder and arbor were all missing. It was after dark and I never found the pieces. I took the frame back to OTASCO and they gave me a new kit.