Double Maduro
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I promised you folks the story on the .41 mag Black Hawk, well here it is.
This fine handgun belonged to my best friend of 26 years, Dick, who died 2 days after Thanksgiving last year. He went to bed and forgot to wake up, the only way he would have preferred going was immediately after saying, "Trust me, I do this all the time.".
Dick liked Ruger single actions and had several; his favorite was a .41 mag Black Hawk. We spent many hours shooting it. We used to take it to one of the local rifle ranges and outshoot the elk hunters sighting in their rifles at the hundred-yard range.
Dick loved this gun and so do I; it is without a doubt the most accurate handgun I have ever shot. But all of that aside, it was my best friends favorite.
Last night I bought it from his widow. Out of all of his guns, this is the only one I felt that I really had to have. I slide it from its holster and I can feel the sun and wind and smell the burned powder from the first time I shot it. More, I can feel my friend looking over my shoulder and smiling. He knew how much I loved his .41. I only hope he knew how much I loved him.
DM
This fine handgun belonged to my best friend of 26 years, Dick, who died 2 days after Thanksgiving last year. He went to bed and forgot to wake up, the only way he would have preferred going was immediately after saying, "Trust me, I do this all the time.".
Dick liked Ruger single actions and had several; his favorite was a .41 mag Black Hawk. We spent many hours shooting it. We used to take it to one of the local rifle ranges and outshoot the elk hunters sighting in their rifles at the hundred-yard range.
Dick loved this gun and so do I; it is without a doubt the most accurate handgun I have ever shot. But all of that aside, it was my best friends favorite.
Last night I bought it from his widow. Out of all of his guns, this is the only one I felt that I really had to have. I slide it from its holster and I can feel the sun and wind and smell the burned powder from the first time I shot it. More, I can feel my friend looking over my shoulder and smiling. He knew how much I loved his .41. I only hope he knew how much I loved him.
DM