So let me start off with the great news! Seeing as that the overwhelming number of folks that love and use guns. Are some of the kindest, friendliest and helpful folks that I have ever had the privilege to know.
As they are almost always open to having helped and encourage this old fart to become a better man and shot. To them I want to say thank you and it has been an honor to have been around you. As to those other folks, well the least said the better I guess.So where to start?
I guess that I should mention my Father and my Mom’s Dad. As they were the ones to infect me with a long slow burning love of guns and shooting. Seeing that I really did not have any hobbies besides reading. Plus my Dad was afraid that I might get into drugs or some nonsense.
So one day back in the mid 1960’s. As my folks were driving me home from school. And yes there were schools back then even in California! I noticed a long brown cardboard box in the back of our Volks Wagon Bug. With the large printed word of Ithaca on it.
And so started my saga. Now I won’t lie about how I was able to hit the target at 300 yards with this single shot 22.
Because frankly I was a really rotten shot to tell the truth. But like all things worthwhile in life with a lot of practice, some good coaching from Dad and my Grandfather. I very slowly started to get the hang of things. But it took a very long time to get my shit together,
But let us leave that and move along smartly. My first experience with a pistol was with an Italian reproduction of a Colt Navy that fired a 36 caliber chunk of lead.
With a lot of smoke, fire thrown on for good measure. Again I was not very good at first, Seeing that I could not have hit the broad side of the Pacific Ocean on a good day.
But not let us belabor the fact. Anyways during this time was the tail end of the really Golden Age of Guns here in California. Seeing that there were a lot of gun shows and a LOT of well stocked Gun Shops. The only problem being that it seemed that I was always broke.
But I was able to get some nice toys. One that stuck in my mind was a Winchester Model 94 that my dad & I “bought” together from now get this Sears! Yes back in the bad old days of Politically Incorrect. That Sears actually sold guns!And this is what happens when you do stupid stuff!
The thing about this rifle was for a 8 year old boy was the stout recoil. Which frankly was a huge surprise to me and my Grandfather.
For him at least he was a shotgun and 22 rifle man. Which because he owned a nursery in Northern San Diego County came in mighty handy. As the place was just over running with Rabbits, hares and grey squirrels. That and it was a really rural area around the small town called Rainbow. Anyways I was dumped down there as I think my folks wanted some down time from me. So I was allowed to use Grandpa’s single shot 410 shotgun. If my mind is still working right now as I write this weird story. It had the words New England on it and the rest had worn off.
Anyways I am still amazed that they actually trusted me enough for a 14 year old boy to wander around the place after it closed at 5. The only rules being were to not shoot toward Highway 395 or waste ammo.
Otherwise it was a free fire zone for me and I like to think that I put a fair dent in the varmint population over the years down there. But Grandpa sadly died and then my so-called Uncle* ran the business into the ground and that closed that chapter of my life.
* I think he was dropped on his head when he was born. That or Grandpa had tied one on before he was conceived. That & I refuse to acknowledge him as my Uncle. Yes I hold some grudges.
BUT LET US MOVE ON!!!
It was also at the Nursery that I got two of the best presents that a boy like me would’ve gotten. One was a Copy of the book Mr. Rifleman by Colonel Townsend Whelen USA. From my favorite, Uncle Max and my lovely Aunt Doris during Christmas 1969.
If you do get a chance to get a copy of this book. I most highly recommend getting it, As the Colonel is a master wordsmith.That and every time I reread it I learn something new. Which might tell you it’s either a great book or that I am still mighty slow in learning things.
The other gift was when my Dad and his father Morris bought me a Winchester Model 121 in 22 Long Rifle.
Because that rifle taught me more about getting a good sight pattern and how to squeeze the trigger than any other rifle has. If one has a chance to buy one. I can tell you it will be money well spent. But let us move on.
Now most of my life at the time was my struggle to get thru school and hopefully go to college. But my Dad did his best for me and would take me to the Pasadena Police range and crank off a few rounds.
It is a pity that the city closed it down in the late 70’s. As it was a well thought out and run range. Where I learned a lot about attention to detail and self discipline.Plus I got to spend some serious time with my Dad who was suffering thru a lot of health problems.
Now I am going to skip over College and the Army. Seeing that it was all a big blur to me. But do have to say this about the Green Machine.
In that it knocked most of the shit out of my head. I also found that I had muscles that I didn’t even know existed. Also your hair can hurt if you are properly motivated. But I was never as good in shape as I was when I was in.
I also got to meet some great folks that I never would’ve met otherwise. I also got to see what real leadership looked like. That and I go to see how the real world works.
I also found that I really liked the M-16, The Pig (The M-60). Ma Deuce (M2, HMG) and the Grease gun. All in all, my Wise Dad was right about a few things about the service. In that the more you put into it the more you get out of it. Also the Army will make a good man better and a bad man worse.
But then that man pissed out more brains than I ever will have!! So I could not have asked for a better man for the job of being my Father.
Then I had to get a job and somehow fell into Teaching in the Juvenile Hall Court Schools in Los Angeles. “Yes just because your in jail does not mean you get out of going to school”
Where frankly I had a ball there. Now I don’t know if I taught my thugs anything but I sure had fun! Strangely enough, I still miss my students. Seeing that I never had a bad class while serving there for some reason.
Now for the great news in that the pay was really good and I finally could go out and start building my Gun collection.
One of the first guns that I picked up was a S&W Model 29 with a 6 inch Barrel. Now like most red blooded men of my generation. I had seen all of the Dirty Harry films and was convinced that it would kick like a mule.
Now for me at least that turned out to be a pile of whale manure. Seeing that if one had a good solid grip with it. I would have no real problem cranking off a couple of rounds and have a decent pattern too. I am just really sorry that I had to sell it because of a marital problem.
Which I won’t bore you with. (As I now have the World’s Greatest Wife and I am amazed that we have been married now for over 16 years. God REALLY does move in strange and mysterious ways!!) But let us move on and talk about guns!
I also discovered that I must be cursed or something. As I began to buy quite a few Colt 1911’s and found that they were nothing but trouble for me. And I mean every one of them were a pain in the ass for me. Starting from WWII Surplus 1911’s , a Colt Combat Commander then a mid 1960’s 1911 and even a Colt Gold Cup. Every one of them gave me nothing but trouble.
Even when folks let me try their 1911’s that worked great from them but the curse would follow me.
What with stove piping, failure to cycle, new barrels quickly becoming s smooth bore etc etc. Yeah I know !! But I generally used some better ammo like the Sellier & Bellot , Federal and even CCI with these clunkers.
That and I am convinced that I sent my Gunsmiths kid thru college. What with all the times that I came to see if a miracle could be produced with all the 1911’s that I turned in to be fixed.
(Also I should mention that I earned my Expert Pistol Badge with the Army too. But it took 3 different pistols to earn it at Camp Roberts during one very long hot day.)
So I was on the verge of giving up on the 45 ACP. But the Big Guy upstairs decided to cut me some slack. For some reason a brand new Sig Sauer P220 was up for sale at Lock Stock & Barrel over on Rosemead Blvd in Pasadena. Somehow & I don’t remember how but the really nasty owner was willing to do a lay a way with me.
After 2 months and having gone through the purgatory of California gun requirements / rigmarole. I was the proud owner of a P220. Where upon it & I promptly after school ended that we roared over to the local indoor pistol range in Monrovia.
Now I would not blame you if you cast doubt on what I am going to say. But here goes! After setting things up. I sent the target out about 25 feet away. Pulled the slide back and released it. Then I let fly a round at it.
Frankly, I could not believe what I saw. As I had hit the x in the x ring squarely which I had almost never had before for me. Okay I thought it was a lucky shot right? Nope. As I then proceeded to literally put the entire magazine inside the 10 ring.
As you can guess by now. I REALLY fell in love with this Swiss/German bullet projector!! Then things got better as I took it home and began to field strip it and give it a well earned cleaning.
Now if you have had the misfortune of never dealing with a P220. Let me tell you compared to, oh say, the 1911. It is just a wonderful pistol to clean. None of this messing with the barrel bushing, watching the recoil spring disappear into the twilight zone or pulling the slide release out.
There is none of this my friends. All one has to do is clear the action, pull the slide back in the locked position, take out the magazine. Then you just have to move the switch on the side of the lower receiver. Then just pull the slide off.
Then just tap the barrel and out it comes. Carefully compress the spring and out come with the barrel guide. Then wipe everything down with break free cleaning fluid and then just do everything I just told you in reverse.
Bottom line – I can get the whole pistol done with no rush in about say 10 minutes?
My Son Willie b.t.w. can do it even faster but he is such a show off. But what can one expect with a kid that’s a Lawyer with an MBA & who has only 3 jobs. He is such a lazy kid!
But let us move on!
Now try cleaning in that amount of time with say, a Broomhandle Mauser or a P08 Luger. Which can be a real nightmare if the gun does not like you! Yes guns have feelings and God help you if your firearm decides that it does not like you in a firefight.
But I still think that both of these pistols are REALLY neat and very evil looking. But I also found that they are also very temperamental and not very accurate. However both are great safe queens and investments.
Think I am kidding? Just go look thru oh say Guns America and check out the prices. As you will be looking at a price tag of thousands of dollars just for a beat up shooter.
Machine Guns
Thanks to the Green Machine / 1/18th US Cavalry.
I was able to fire a M-16 several times on full auto and was able to hit almost nothing with it. Big surprise huh? Since the gun was not really designed by Mr Stoner to do that.
Unless of course a horde of barbarians are rushing your position and your claymore mines did not go off in time. Then switching your M 16 to fun mode i.e. full auto / Rock & Roll will come in mighty handy.
I was also able to fire St John of Browning’s masterpiece. The Ma Deuce, which is an awesome weapon IF you have it properly mounted on a tripod. As it is extremely heavy and if you try and do a Rambo with it.
Since in my experience you are not going to hit squat from what I learned about it at Camp Ripley. (Where the Army failed in trying to teach me on how to ski.) I give it an A++ Grade
The M-60 MG – Now this weapon also is really heavy & I still don’t know how those guys in Vietnam were able to hump this beast in that heat and humidity. BUT if you keep it and your ammo belts clean. You are really going to clean somebody’s clock!!! I give it a B++ grade!
The only problem is the barrel as one can really heat it up when you fire long bursts. So you have to swap barrels fairly often. But if you don’t have that Asbestos Glove on your person. Then get ready for some serious burns.
The M-3 “Grease Gun” Now I was really lucky as our Squadron was going to turn in theirs. So of course we took them up to the National Training Center and shot off all the 45 A.C.P. ammo that we had squirreled away over the years.
Granted it is not a very impressive weapon to gaze upon. BUT do not be fooled!! As I found this WWII Veteran to be a gun of beauty. As it was light, simple, rugged, accurate and VERY reliable!!
In other words if God forbid I had to go into a gunfight tomorrow. I would be just delighted to be issued one of these great weapons. I would give it a grade of A++The Thompson Sub Machine Gun If one is ever in Las Vegas and have some spare time. There are several indoor ranges that rents Machine Guns to shoot. So care to guess who went to one? Yep, Where I was allowed for about $100 to fire off a full magazine of 45 A.C.P.
Now the first thing I noticed is how HEAVY this S.M.G. was. Seeing as that almost everything about it was made out of machined steel. Which frankly this makes for one mighty tough gun. As you could probably drove a tank over it and it would still function.
Also when you fire it off, I was really surprised by how much fire came out of the barrel. The other thing that was at least for me was that it shot up and to the right.
So I did the trick that my Dad the former Army Drill Sgt / Survivor of the Korean War told me. I.E. One tickles the trigger so that one will have short bursts. If you do that then you can get some fairly impressive patterns for a machine gun.
So I would have to give this weapon a B- due to its weight. Seeing that I would hate to have to carry one on a route march. But I would be very happy with it if somebody is trying to harm me or my loved ones!
With my Winchester single-shot rifle for the 219 Improved Zipper cartridge, I made my longest kill on a woodchuck.
Col. Townsend Whelen’s reflections on 60 years of experience with his single-shot rifles.
The dean of firearms writers and editors, Colonel Whelen, is the author of many valuable books, notably, The Hunting Rifle and Small Arms Ballistics and Design. His latest volume, Why Not Load Your Own?, is the least expensive and most practical book on handloading available. In this article, he shares with Gun Digest readers his longtime affection for single-shot rifles.
Editor’s note: This article appeared in the 1953 7th Edition of Gun Digest, and, keenly aware that we tread on sacred ground, we have only lightly edited it.
When I was just a little shaver, there was a Winchester single-shot rifle on exhibit in a gun store in my hometown. It was for the 40–82 cartridge, had a 30-inch, half-octagon No. 3 barrel, pistol grip stock of fancy walnut, checkered, Swiss buttplate, target sights, and was nicely engraved. It was my ideal of a fine rifle, and every day after school, while it remained on view, I tramped the 2 miles downtown to admire it. In some such manner are our tastes formed, and they are likely to remain with us always.
When I was 13, my father gave me my first rifle, a Remington rolling block for the .22 rimfire cartridge. Several months later I saw an advertisement of Lyman sights, and I fitted this rifle with a set.
I think I have to thank these sights for my becoming a real rifleman, for with them on this little rifle, I soon became quite a good shot, much better than any of my boy friends, and my interest was maintained and matured, as I do not believe it would have been if I had retained the open rear sight on this rifle.
All through my boyhood years I had a lot of fun and sport with this little rifle, and I shot a lot of stuff with it—English sparrows, squirrels, chipmunks, grouse, and one woodchuck. In 1892, I was lucky enough to win a “Fourth of July” rifle match with it in the Adirondack Mountains, and that year I also shot my first buck with it.
When I was 18, I enlisted in the Pennsylvania National Guard and had no trouble in qualifying as Sharpshooter with the old 45–70 Springfield single-shot rifle, a very sterling, accurate, and reliable arm.
The following year I was shooting on my company rifle team, and I also carried this rifle through the first few months of the Spanish-American War until I won my commission.
Following that war I “discovered” the magazine Shooting and Fishing, and became much interested in the work of Reuben Harwood with 25-caliber rifles. So I purchased a Stevens No. 44 Ideal single-shot rifle for the 25-20 S.S. cartridge, but it did not seem to shoot nearly as accurately as I was sure I held and aimed it.
I know now this was due to the blackpowder factory ammunition which in small calibers never was worth a hoot for accuracy. Anyhow, still following Harwood’s writings, I obtained a Winchester single-shot rifle (low sidewall) for the 25-20 cartridge, with 26-inch, No. 2 half-octagon barrel, pistol grip and shotgun butt, and I placed a gunsling on it.
I had John Sidle bush and rechamber this rifle for the 25-21 Stevens cartridge, which was Harwood’s favorite. Sidle also fitted it with his 5-power Snap-Shot scope, which was unique in its day, as it had a much larger field of view than any other scope and was a fine hunting scope for varmints.
With this outfit I got much better results but it never entirely satisfied me in accuracy until I had Harry Pope make me a mould for his 80-grain broad base-band bullet, and furnish me with one of his lubricating pumps.
Then, with King’s Semi-Smokeless powder the rifle shot as well as I could hold it. I had a lot of fine varmint shooting with this rifle in the hills on either side of the Shenandoah Valley, and when I was ordered to California for station, it proved just the medicine for the Western ground squirrels.
For Eastern shooters I will say that these are slightly larger than the gray squirrel, with a shorter and less bushy tail. They live in colonies like prairie dogs and are a great plague to farmers. I disposed of hundreds of them with this little 25-21 rifle. Then, one day, I expressed it to a gunsmith to have some work done on it, and it was lost in transit. I have ever since mourned it.
Winchester single-shot rifle for the 25-20 W.C.F. cartridge, with stainless steel barrel. Stock and lock work by Clyde Baker. The first attempt to solve the corrosion problem resulting from chlorate primers.
In the meantime one season I had a chance to go deer shooting in the North Woods and I got a Winchester single-shot rifle for the 38–55 cartridge and had it fitted with a Sidle scope.
Sidle was by far our best scope maker in those days. This gun was poorly balanced and too heavy for a handy hunting rifle, but the scope did save me the embarrassment of shooting a cow in mistake for a deer.
About this time I also had a Western hunt in view and I got a similar rifle for the 45–70 cartridge, fitted only with Lyman sights. But despite carefully handloaded ammunition it was not as accurate as the old 45–70 Springfield, and I soon disposed of both these rifles.
Then, in 1900, Horace Kephart published in Shooting and Fishing his celebrated article on the use of lead bullets in high-power rifles. He had used a Winchester single-shot rifle for the 30–40 Krag cartridge, and the accuracy he obtained with both jacketed and lead alloy bullets was better than anything I had been able to achieve to that date.
So an order went in to Winchester for one of these rifles with a 30-inch Number 3 nickel-steel barrel with .308-inch groove diameter, pistol grip, shotgun butt, and sling. This rifle started a long series of experiments with various loads, methods of resting the rifle, effect of rests on accuracy and location of center of impact, temperature, cleaning, etc., the results of which I gave to riflemen from time to time in the magazine Arms and the Man.
A little ignition difficulty was experienced, so I had Niedner fit a Mann-Niedner firing pin, .075 inch in diameter, round headed, with an .055-inch protrusion, and this trouble ceased. This is an absolutely necessary alteration with all our single-shot actions, which were designed in blackpowder days.
By this time I had been shooting for several years on the Army Infantry Rifle Team, and I felt quite sure that my results were fairly free from errors of aim and hold. By this time I had also discovered the bench rest.
In 1906, I got a 2 months leave and went on a hunt in British Columbia, taking this 30–40 along as my only rifle. It performed there as well as on the range, and I got mule deer, sheep, and goat with it.
One very cold day, in a foot of snow, I came on a band of sheep close to timberline. They evidently caught a glimpse of me for they banded together, and started off, but soon slowed down and resumed feeding.
I thought I had spotted a ram in the band, and I monkeyed around them for an hour, by which time I was nearly frozen and had to quit. As I left them, it occurred to me to see if I could unload and load my rifle with my hands badly numbed with cold. I was utterly unable to do so in any reasonable time.
To my mind this is the only disadvantage of a single-shot rifle as compared with a repeater. Certainly, the experience of our older sportsmen the world over with good single-shot rifles has been that they can be fired with all the necessary rapidity under normal conditions. However, I must add one other requirement—the single-shot rifle must extract its fired cases easily. Some don’t, due usually to poor chambering or excessive loads.
On a hunt a few days later I came on an enormous rock buttress with two peaks standing up like the ears of a great horned owl. The Chilcotin Indians call this rock “Salina,” which is their name for this owl.
On a ledge on the face of the cliff was a big goat. I guess the range was about 500 yards, and I could see no way to get closer, so I lay down and took the shot, holding 2 feet above the goat’s back. Of course I missed that, and two other shots I pulled, and the goat leisurely climbed up and disappeared between the two pinnacles.
After a lot of climbing and scrambling, I found my way to the back of this rock mass where it was equally precipitous, and while working around at the base of the cliff I heard something above me, and looking upward I saw the goat or one just like it.
At the shot it loosened all holds and, in a shower of small rocks, landed close to me. Then and there I named this rifle “Salina.” I continued to use it as a testing piece for many years, and I also hunted a lot with it in Panama from 1915 to 1917. In 1911, I fitted it with a Winchester 5A scope, and thereafter all my dope was recorded in minutes of angle, from which it was easy to determine elevations, trajectory, and bullet drop.
“Salina,” 1901, after rejuvenation in 1951. Douglas barrel chambered by Culver for the 25 Culver-Krag cartridge. Stock by Humphrey. 4X Bear Cub scope.
About this time the NRA was developing interest in outdoor shooting with the smallbore rifle at 50, 100 and 200 yards. Before this scarcely anyone had shot the 22 at longer distances than 25 yards and little was known of the capabilities of the .22 Long Rifle cartridge at longer distances.
So I got another Winchester single-shot for this cartridge, with 26-inch No. 3 barrel, set triggers, and sling. I fitted it with my 5A scope and proceeded to give it a good trial at all distances up to 200 yards. I soon found that various makes of ammunition have quite different results in accuracy.
With the makes that proved best it would just about group in 2½ inches at 100 yards. This has proved to be about the best that can be expected of this rifle with this cartridge, and this limitation was what finally caused Winchester to develop their celebrated Model 52 rifle for smallbore match shooting.
Generally speaking, the old Ballard is the only American single-shot action that has given fine accuracy with the .22 Long Rifle cartridge. However, with this Winchester, I did determine the angles of elevation for all distances, which had not been known or at least never published before I published my table.
Also, before I did this shooting, it was not known that there was so much difference in the accuracy of various makes of cartridges in a certain individual rifle.
Following the loss of my old 25-21 rifle by the express company, I had to have another varmint rifle, so I procured still another Winchester single-shot for the 25-20 S. S. cartridge, and proceeded to develop smokeless powder loads for it.
I finally found that the best was the 86-grain, soft-point, jacketed bullet with a charge of du Pont Schuetzen powder that filled the case to the base of the bullet. This load shot like nobody’s business, and it gave the finest accuracy up to 200 yards that I had obtained up to that time or heard of anyone else obtaining except with Pope muzzle-breechloading rifles. But my elation was short-lived, for the barrel began to pit, and in less than 500 rounds it was ruined.
About this time we had been devoting much study to the cleaning of rifles. It seemed to us that stronger ammonia was the only satisfactory cleaning solution, so I had a new barrel fitted to this rifle and cleaned it immediately after firing with this ammonia.
This did not do a particle of good, and again the barrel was ruined in 500 rounds. The same thing occurred with a Winchester Model 92 rifle for the 25-20 W.C.F. smokeless cartridge of Winchester make. When I wrote them a letter of complaint, they stated that I should not blame the rifle for what was evidently the fault of the powder (which they used)!
However, I excuse them for no one knew much about such things in those days. Of course we now know that the old potassium chlorate primer was the devil in the woodshed. With that primer, in small bores like .25 caliber the relatively small charge of powder did not dilute the primer fouling as it did in larger bores like the .30 caliber, and the primer got in its hellish work at once and fast.
For a while there seemed to be no solution for this problem of smokeless powder in small bores. Then, Winchester came out with stainless steel barrels made to order, so I had them build me still another rifle with this barrel, and modeled almost exactly like the fine old 25-21 that I had lost, only it was chambered for the 25-20 W.C.F. repeater cartridge, because I had an idea that the single-shot cartridge would soon be obsolete, which it was.
Clyde Baker stocked this rifle, and fitted it with a finger lever that hugged the pistol grip. But before I had time to do much with it, the Kleanbore primer was developed, and this solved all our cleaning and rusting problems.
Also at this time the development of the .22 Hornet cartridge shifted our work from the older cartridges to the modern high-intensity types. Later, however, I found that I could obtain splendid results with my 25-20 W.C.F. rifle with a load consisting of the 87-grain, soft point, spitzer bullet made for the 250–3000 Savage cartridge, bullet seated far enough out of the case to touch the lands, and a charge of 11 grains of du Pont No. 4227 powder.
The trajectory seems to indicate that the velocity is about 2,000 fps.; evidently, a fine wild turkey load. Of course, the overall length of the load is too great for 25-20 repeater rifles.
Rifle for the 22–3000 Lovell R2 cartridge, with Sharps-Borchardt action. Action and barrel work by Frank Hyde. Stock by William T. Humphrey. Unertl 10X Varmint scope.
Up to this time you will note that I had been using Winchester actions exclusively on all my single shots, both because of their strength and durability, and because they were the only new actions that could be procured at that time.
After working for some years with the .22 Hornet cartridge in bolt-action rifles, a friend gave me a good Sharps-Borchardt action, so I had Frank Hyde obtain a 22-caliber Remington high-pressure steel barrel with a 15-inch twist, and fit it to this action and chamber it for the 22–3000 Lovell R2 cartridge.
Frank also worked over the firing pin, and made the pin retract with the first down movement of the lever, two very necessary alterations with this action. This rifle, fitted with a 10X Unertl Varmint scope, is a fine, accurate varmint rifle. With good 50-grain bullets and 15.5 grains of 4227 powder it will group reliably, day after day, in about a minute of angle, which is the best that can be expected from this cartridge and a single-shot action.
Occasionally, a five-shot group as small as half an inch turns up at 100 yards, but such is a lucky group. This rifle, however, has one peculiarity. Almost invariably the first shot fired from a clean, cold bore strikes from half an inch to an inch above the succeeding group at 100 yards.
I think this is because the groove diameter of the barrel is 0.2235 inch, while all the bullets I have used so far have measured .224. This is no drawback because, knowing it I can allow for it, or can fire a fouling shot before starting on the day’s hunt.
It has quite generally been proven that with equal barrels and loads, a single-shot action will not give as fine accuracy as a modern bolt action.
There are apparently only two exceptions, the Ballard action for the .22 Long Rifle cartridge, and the Hauck single-shot action, which is a horse of a different color with its better bedding, ignition, and breeching up.
I do not mean to imply that there have not been any single-shot rifles that would give gilt-edge accuracy. There have been quite a few, but I would think that any custom riflemaker who guaranteed to produce a single-shot rifle that would average groups under a minute would soon go broke.
So far as we have been able to determine, the difficulties with the single-shot action seem to be in the two-piece stock, the breeching up and the ignition. The single-shot rifle also seems to have a greater jump and barrel vibration than the bolt action.
The difference in elevation required between full charges and reduced loads is much greater with it. In this connection it has long been my experience that to get the best accuracy from a single-shot rifle the forearm should not touch the receiver. It should be possible to pass a thin sheet of paper between the two.
The most accurate single-shot rifle that I have owned is one for the 219 Improved Zipper cartridge. I traded Bill Humphrey out of a fine Winchester rifle with 26-inch, No. 3 Diller barrel, .224-inch groove diameter and 16-inch twist, double set triggers, and a fine stock made by him.
I had this chambered for the Improved Zipper cartridge with a very perfect reamer made by Red Elliott. This cartridge is simply the 219 Winchester Zipper case fireformed to a 30-degree shoulder angle. You simply fire the factory cartridge in the rifle and it comes out improved.
The best load I have found for this rifle has been 32 grains of du Pont No. 3031 powder with the 50-grain Sierra bullet. M.V. is probably around 3,900 fps. After working up this load and sighting in, it gave three five-shot groups at 100 yards measuring .65, .80 and .80 inch.
For 3 years, I have used this rifle almost exclusively for all my chuck shooting. Its accuracy and very flat trajectory have given a high percentage of hits at long ranges. With it I made the longest first-shot hit I have ever pulled off on a chuck; difficult to pace because it was up and down hill over rough ground, but it was certainly considerably in excess of 300 yards.
Rifle for the 22–3000 tovell R2 cartridge, with Stevens No. 44½ action, owned by James P. Garland. Diller barrel, stock by Humphrey, 6X Bear Cub scope. This rifle has accounted for hundreds of woodchucks and hawks.
The Stevens No. 44½ action is another on which a most excellent and accurate rifle can be built, particularly for cartridges not to exceed the 219 Donaldson in power. My old friend Jim Garland, who has been my companion on many chuck hunts over the past fifteen years, has a glorious piece built on this action.
The Diller barrel was chambered and fitted for the R2 Lovell cartridge, and the lock work done by C. C. Johnson. Bill Humphrey made the stock and the scope is a superb 6X Bear Cub Double. With each lot of cartridges that Jim loads for it, usually with 15.5 grains of 4227 powder, he tests it on the bench, and it has never failed to average under an inch, and with some lots of bullets it gives around ¾ inch.
He regards it as his best varmint rifle, and its bag numbers in excess of 300 chucks and hawks. I remember one afternoon 2 years ago when we were separated by a range of hills. Every 2 or 3 minutes I would hear Jim shoot, and toward sundown I wandered over to see what in thunder he had been shooting at.
He had a stand on a hill above a creek bottom that was honeycombed with holes, and toward dusk the chucks began to come out. When we went down, we picked up 36 of them shot at distances from 150 to 250 yards. Both Jim and I are rather of the opinion that a first-rate riflemaker will turn out a larger proportion of gilt-edge shooting rifles when he uses the Stevens 44½ action than with any other.
Jim also has a superb engraved Ballard for the 25 Rimfire cartridge, the work of Niedner, Shelhammer and Kornbrath. With Remington or Peters cartridges, it groups the first 10 shots at 50 yards in about ¾ inch, and the second 10 when it is warmed up a little, in about half an inch, and is his favorite squirrel rifle.
Squirrel rifle for the .25 Rimfire cartridge. Ballard action, gunsmithing by Niedner, Shelhammer, and Kornbrath. Lyman Challenger scope. Owned by James P. Garland.
My latest venture in the realm of single shots has been one of the most interesting. Three years ago I took Salina, my old 30–40 Winchester Single Shot, out of the box where it had been in store for several years, well covered in and out with Rig [Editor’s note: Rig is wonderfully effective gun grease, which I have used since childhood], with the intention of trying some new bullets in it.
To my consternation, when I put a patch through the bore it came out with red rust and many bodies of big, black ants. Ants had nested in the bore and their acid had ruined it. One day last year, looking at the old piece that had served me so well for half a century, I decided it was entitled to have something done to rejuvenate it. I had on hand a fine 25-caliber Douglas barrel, .257-inch groove diameter and 13-inch twist.
So I had H. L. Culver, my metal gunsmith, fit this barrel to the action, and I asked him to chamber it for the Krag case necked down to .25 caliber with a 30-degree shoulder angle. As it turned out, this case is very similar in shape and capacity to the 25 Donaldson Ace. We called it the 25 Culver-Krag.
Then, Bill Humphrey made a beautiful new stock and forearm to my exact dimensions, and Mark Stith fitted one of his 4X Bear Cub Double scopes, and I had just about the finest appearing, best balanced and fitting, and steadiest holding rifle I have ever had in my hands.
The intention had been to produce an all-around hunting rifle rather than one for varmint or target shooting, and it has turned out to be just that. I have only worked up one load for it so far—the 100-grain Sierra soft point spitzer bullet and 40 grains of 4350 powder. After sighting in I fired five, five-shot groups with it at 100 yards, measuring 1.75, 1.12, .88, 1.85 and 1.98 inches.
Before you criticize these groups, consider that they were fired with a rather light-barreled single-shot rifle aimed with a low-power scope having a flat top post reticle, and that the charge was quite a powerful one. It is much more difficult to get a fine grouping with a heavy load than with a light one.
Last summer and fall I carried Salina in her new garb for probably a total of 350 miles afoot in my wanderings over the mountains adjacent to my summer home,occasionally gathering in a chuck, crow, hawk or porcupine, and always hoping for a bear or bobcat which never materialized. I have never carried a rifle that seemed as friendly.
All this pernicious activity with single-shot rifles, covering a period of 60 years, started with that rifle in the gun store window when I was a little boy, and that is the way with most of our preference for single shots.
It is not their superiority that causes us to select and work with them, but rather some romantic or historic association. An urge to acquire and experiment, not always wise, but usually one that gives deep satisfaction.
It seems to many of us that the highly efficient bolt action is but a remodeled musket in a way, that the lever action is a product of America’s unrivaled quantity-production industry, but that the single shot constructed on fine and beautiful lines by a master riflemaker is a gentleman’s piece.
Editor’s note: This article appeared in the 1953 7th Edition of Gun Digest, and, keenly aware that we tread on sacred ground, we have only lightly edited it.
Part utilitarian, part shrine, almost furniture: Grandpa’s gun cabinet always held fascinating treasures.
Even better, every item had its own special backstory.
Let’s face it — your gun safe is boring. Mine too, for many of the same reasons I’ll explain. It’s full of matte-black polymer rifles, a few optics you bought because some guy on YouTube told you to, and a mountain of gizmos you don’t really need.
Old school
Grandpa’s gun cabinet? It wasn’t so much about storage but more like a shrine — an oak-and-glass monument to a time when guns had a different role, hard-earned character, a certain aura and, above all, stories.
This short pontification is inspired by a recent GUNS Magazine Podcast. In episode #298, Roy Huntington and I discussed the changes in gun culture over the years and were instantly reminded — yet again — some AR owners don’t accept anything less than glowing praise about their favorite “weapon system.” Roy and I have taken every possible pain to explain we don’t hate ARs; in fact, between us, we probably have several dozen, yet the angry comments keep coming.
Guns such as grandpa’s Lefever Nitro double-barrel 20 gauge have more character in their splinter fore-end
than an entire cabinet full of black rifles — never mind the stories it represents!
In such remarks, the writers are unconsciously reinforcing the negative stereotypes of certain shooters as they completely miss the point by at least 50 MOA.
What we were trying to analyze is the significant changes in how shooters relate to firearms nowadays. There is nothing wrong with our “modern” gun culture, but anyone with an ounce of honesty will admit the all-encompassing black rifle and pistol craze has a dull, certain sameness. They’re useful, yes, and there is a certain beauty in function over form, but generally the word to describe them is “monotonous.”
Down home
Grandpa’s gun cabinet was so much different. Open the door and you were hit with the glorious sweet petroleum aroma of old-formula Hoppe’s No. 9, 3-in-1 oil, aged walnut and maybe a trace of cigar smoke. Your safe smells like plastic, silica packs and unfilled dreams.
Grandpa didn’t own five ARs that are identical except for different bolt carrier groups. His cabinet was the firearms version of the Whitman Sampler (look it up).
The stereotypical “load out” included a lever gun with honest bluing wear from countless deer seasons, a pump shotgun with a small crack in the stock that still dropped birds every fall, and a .22 rifle that taught three generations how to shoot. There was also a center-fire bolt-action rifle, maybe an old 98-pattern or a 1903 surplus Springfield. On these workaday guns, every nick, scratch and dent had a story attached.
Grandpa’s gun cabinet drawer often held a museum of old dog-eared, half-filled cartridge boxes,
each representing something interesting.
Even the ammo shelf was cooler. Grandpa stocked cartridges with names you’ve only heard of — .300 Savage, .257 Roberts, maybe a half-empty box of .32-20 that hadn’t been made since before you were born. These cartridges were for guns he used to own but (regretfully) sold years ago, while those partial boxes of ammo were kept “just in case.”
For pap, buying ammo wasn’t a bulk-online experience seeking the lowest cost per round of “commodity” calibers — it meant going to the hardware store and asking for a certain dusty green-and-yellow box behind the counter.
Furnishings
And there was the cabinet itself. It wasn’t a giant steel monolith hiding in the basement or closet. It was a piece of furniture, often prominent in the dining room or front hallway, with a plate-glass front and a tiny brass lock that wouldn’t stop a semi-determined raccoon.
The lock was primarily to keep the kids and other semi-honest people out of the guns without adult supervision, and it worked well, even though certain unkempt children wondered if a paper clip or bent wire would trip the simple mechanism.
Yet, I — sorry, I meant to say “those kids” — never tried it because it would break an important trust with somebody you never wanted to disappoint.
The glass front made a dangerous yet reassuring rattle when you opened it, a hollow jangling noise you can’t describe but one you’d recognize instantly. While not flashy, the whole thing was essentially a monument to the household armory. Grandpa wasn’t ostentatious, but he was quietly proud of his guns.
Ever “need” a 16-gauge bolt action Mossberg 190? The best place to find one was Grandpa’s gun cabinet!
Heart of the matter
The coolest thing about Grandpa’s cabinet wasn’t even the firearms within; it was the stories. When he opened that door, you didn’t just gain access to firearms—history came pouring out. “This one kept the coons out of the chicken coop back on the farm,” he pointed out.
Up until the 1950s, a fox or hawk snatching a chicken was nearly as serious as someone kidnapping a kid today because it meant soup for dinner. “This one’s been to deer camp every year since Eisenhower,” he said with a certain wistful tone, as you considered he hadn’t gone deer hunting in years. But, no matter…
Your safe just beeps angrily if you punch in the wrong code twice.
You’ll never know what you’ll find but treasures abound in Grandpa’s gun cabinet!
Long memories
Spend all you want on Cerakote, carbon fiber and aircraft aluminum, but you can’t buy Grandpa’s perspective, the experiences or the miles he put on those guns. His cabinet was cooler because it wasn’t just about what was inside — it was about the man who kept them, the history of a life he and his guns lived, and the stories he passed down every time he turned the little brass key.
My own grandkids will grow up with shooting memories of polymer handguns, beeping keypads and digital displays, but it just won’t be the same — and I think we’re all poorer because of it.