My Dad passed about 6 months ago, it’s been a tough one without my Dad around.
I’ve been working on the mess in the barn on the family ranch. I pulled some visqeen out from between Dads tool box and cabinet and spotted a rifle butt tipped over behind them. It was mostly covered with a flannel shirt, made into a makeshift scabbard.
There was a couple guns that were missing from the house that I figured were stolen in one way or another.
I “talked” to Dad and said let this be your Remington Speedmaster 22, and he answered, as it was!
It is the very first gun I ever fired, Dad taught me how to shoot on that rifle and we shot it many times together while I was growing up. I can still remember, I would stand in front of his gun cabinet, looking at that rifle in his small collection, through the glass of the locked door.
It was hard when that rifle wasn’t anywhere to be found.
My dad wasn’t up on cleaning his guns much and this one I don’t think he ever did clean it!
It was by far the dirtiest firearm I have ever cleaned!
Since cleaning it last week I have shot it a few times, it runs 100% and hits what you aim at!
It has no serial number, pre 68.
The date code on the barrel says it was built January of 1958, one year older than me.
Such wonderful memories with my Dad.
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