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When my dad's mom passed away in 1986, and the old family home in Falls City, Nebraska got cleaned out, this rifle came home with dad. He told me that he'd bought it mail order in the summer before his freshman year of high school in 1941 for $6.75 in paper route money (his memory was spot on; the date code is November 1940, and a print ad from 1943 which I found confirms the price). He spent the next four years, as he put it, terrorizing the wildlife of Richardson County with it. When he went away to the University of Nebraska on an NROTC scholarship in 1946, and so had access to armory rifles and free ammo, the old rifle went up in the attic for the next 40 years, while dad spent a career as a Marine officer.
While he remained an avid shooter and reloader until just a few years before his death in 2011, I doubt that he ever shot it again; pistols were his thing. I've had it since then, and while I've shot it once or twice, I can't call myself a shooter; I raise beef and pork on a modest basis on a small farm, and guns are for pest control, protection against predators, and home security. They're tools, and this old guy wasn't the best tool for any of those jobs.
That said, I cleaned it up yesterday, and spent a couple of hours in the back pasture figuring out how to adjust the ramped blade sights for 50 yards, and then seeing what it could do. The last image is ten shots prone at 50; I'm pretty sure that the five up in the eight ring are the shooter, and not the rifle. This one appears to live up to the reputation for accuracy which 500 series Remingtons have.
I'm glad I've got it as a connection to the old man, since his #1 M1911A1 is now with my younger son, who is an active duty Marine captain.
While he remained an avid shooter and reloader until just a few years before his death in 2011, I doubt that he ever shot it again; pistols were his thing. I've had it since then, and while I've shot it once or twice, I can't call myself a shooter; I raise beef and pork on a modest basis on a small farm, and guns are for pest control, protection against predators, and home security. They're tools, and this old guy wasn't the best tool for any of those jobs.
That said, I cleaned it up yesterday, and spent a couple of hours in the back pasture figuring out how to adjust the ramped blade sights for 50 yards, and then seeing what it could do. The last image is ten shots prone at 50; I'm pretty sure that the five up in the eight ring are the shooter, and not the rifle. This one appears to live up to the reputation for accuracy which 500 series Remingtons have.
I'm glad I've got it as a connection to the old man, since his #1 M1911A1 is now with my younger son, who is an active duty Marine captain.