MBB
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The Colt Walker is heavy, off balanced, hard to hold steady with one hand, and an American icon. I love 'em, and no self respecting Texican or wannabe Ranger should be without one. Just found this thread and am delighted to be amongst kindred souls. I have a Uberti and intend to buy another very soon.
There's a Walker story that I heard some years ago, and if it's not true then it ought to be. There were some modern day buckskinners from NW Montana who used to go into the Sierra Madres in northern Mexico every year to do gratis medical, hygiene, and dental services for the Tarahumara Indians. This was in the mid-1970's In return they traded for "old stuff" suitable for the fur trade genre or cowboy days. Anyway, as the story goes, this group of mountaineers rode into a Tarahumara village tucked away in one of those deep and foreboding canyons. As they rode in, one of them noticed a scraggly old rooster tethered to a rusty and dust covered revolver. Upon closer examination it was see to be a Colt Walker revolver. The cylinder was frozen in rust, the grips were essentially gone, and the loading rammer was in the half dropped position. So, the mountain man set out to trade for the revolver, but the Tarahumara brave wouldn't part with the rooster. He didn't care about the Walker, but he damn sure wanted to be paid for the chicken. So a deal was struck to buy the chicken for a couple of dollars and the Colt Walker was thrown into the trade. The revolver was marked with "Co. D" Like I said, if it's not true, it should be. The story was told around the campfire one night on the banks of the North Fork of the Flathead River by a dentist from Polson, Montana who was there.
There's a Walker story that I heard some years ago, and if it's not true then it ought to be. There were some modern day buckskinners from NW Montana who used to go into the Sierra Madres in northern Mexico every year to do gratis medical, hygiene, and dental services for the Tarahumara Indians. This was in the mid-1970's In return they traded for "old stuff" suitable for the fur trade genre or cowboy days. Anyway, as the story goes, this group of mountaineers rode into a Tarahumara village tucked away in one of those deep and foreboding canyons. As they rode in, one of them noticed a scraggly old rooster tethered to a rusty and dust covered revolver. Upon closer examination it was see to be a Colt Walker revolver. The cylinder was frozen in rust, the grips were essentially gone, and the loading rammer was in the half dropped position. So, the mountain man set out to trade for the revolver, but the Tarahumara brave wouldn't part with the rooster. He didn't care about the Walker, but he damn sure wanted to be paid for the chicken. So a deal was struck to buy the chicken for a couple of dollars and the Colt Walker was thrown into the trade. The revolver was marked with "Co. D" Like I said, if it's not true, it should be. The story was told around the campfire one night on the banks of the North Fork of the Flathead River by a dentist from Polson, Montana who was there.