"Sharps, I want a story to go along with that picture." I found it advertised on ebay several years ago. I knew it would get kicked off, so I quickly made a deal with the seller, and here is the story: It was found when plowing or digging in a field in the back hills of Tennessee, about two feet down, where a mucky area had always made farming the ground impossible. It was cocked and locked, on an empty chamber (I checked the bore with a rod...went in a full 5 inches.) It is a real 1911, grips rotted away, and the bottom of the magazine long gone (the body of the mag is still in the gun). The safety started to move, but I'm leaving it alone (I do not want ot do anything to destroy the integrity of the piece as-is). The serial number is obliterated by the surface rust, so I cannot trace it, and do not want to acid-etch just to get the number up. It remains on my mantle as a great converation piece. I speculate that it got pitched into the drink during a bootlegger's flight from the law down in Tennessee during prohibition.
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