The gun of dreams
Wednesday, July 09, 2008 Filed in:
General gun
stuff, Things I like, Rifles
There are guns that we want - perhaps even "need" - but don't
happen to have. This is not about those.
This is about the gun which consumes large amounts of our
subconscious thought, in the way that the opposite sex did in high
school. Though we desire others, one remains a constant; a gun
that, it seems, we've always wanted and always will. Perhaps one
day our dream is fulfilled, perhaps not - but it never goes
away.
Admit it: you have one. We all have one.
Me? It might surprise you to know that mine is not a revolver.
Don't get me wrong - there are a number of wheelguns I want but
don't yet possess, the specifics changing a bit over time. My dream
gun, though, has remained unchanged for many years now. That is the
way of dreams.
My dream gun is a Mannlicher stocked bolt action carbine in 6.5x55
Swedish. Why? Romance, plain and simple. (That's the great part
about dreams - they don't have to make any sense.)
Since I was a kid I've seen pictures of the lone hunter standing on
a ridge, peering through binoculars at some unseen quarry, with
"my" rifle perched on his knee. A graceful yet purposeful gun,
lithe of line, whose mere presence brings gentility to the
wilderness. (I told you it was romantic!)
Open up a hunting book from the '50s or '60s, and you'll probably
see that picture. I have, more times than I can count. That's the
reason I want one.
Of course I can recite all the technical justifications for owning
my dream. I rationalize that it would make the perfect hunting
rifle (which it would); the 6.5 Swede round is well suited for the
game we have in North America, and it's one of my very favorite
target cartridges to boot. The light weight and short barrel would
make it wonderful to carry and even better to swing on target; it
would be the perfect tool for "snap shooting" and tramping through
our dense coastal rainforest. Yadda yadda
yadda.
But, at the end of the day, it's all about peering off into the
game-filled distance with the Dream perched ever-so-photogenically
on
MY knee.
Someday.
-=[
Grant ]=-