Choices

I really enjoyed those .45 Colt sixguns, but things change rapidly. We got married in 1959 and I started college in the fall of 1960. We soon had three little babies with the last one arriving in early 1963, and I found myself faced with a major dilemma. I could pay tuition for the next quarter or I could feed my kids. I knew if I dropped out of school it would be tough to start again so I did the only thing possible and sold guns. As we walked out of the gun shop Diamond Dot looked up at me with tears in her eyes and said: “You will never have to do that again!” So far, more than 50 years later, she is still right.

I was without a Colt Single Action of any chambering for more than 5 years. The first Single Action I found on the road back to sixgun glory was a 2nd Generation .44 Special which someone had expertly cut back to 4-3/4 inches. This .44 has ridden on my hip covering more miles than I want to count. It’s digested everything from modest Bullseye-loaded rounds to full-house Keith loads shooting them all accurately and never complaining.