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 6.5×55 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.
-=[ Grant ]=-