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THE GUN WITH THE FUNNY GRIP AN APPRECIATION OF THE COLT BISLEY BY MIKE “DUKE” VENTURINO

Duke’s new 1902-vintage Bisley .38-40 (bottom) shown with his 1904 vintage
standard Colt SAA .38-40 (top). Both have 5-1/2-inch barrels.

Where in the world did the name Bisley come from in reference to handguns? It was simply the name of a shooting range in England and some Americans were going there to compete. They asked Colt to remodel the Single Action Army to accommodate their specific needs. Target shooters back then used a funny sort of limp-wristed hold compared to today, so Colt changed the SAA’s grip to almost turn back under the main frame.

To be quite honest, it looks funny as all get-out. But funny looking handguns have never seemed to overly bug the British. To aid shooters doing formal paper target shooting Colt also put a wider and lower hammer spur on Bisley sixguns. Whereas the odd-shaped grip frame is negatively commented on by most SAA lovers, hardly anyone criticizes the hammer spur. In fact when grafted onto standard SAA’s, Bisley hammer spurs have proven so appealing I’ve heard after-market ones are being sold now. Also just for the record, Bisley triggers are significantly wider than regular SAA ones.

Someone right now is thinking, “Grafted? Why not just take a Bisley hammer and stick it in a standard SAA?” It won’t fit. Colt did not simply adapt a new grip frame to regular SAA frames. Where Bisley hammers meet the revolver’s main frame are wider than standard Colt hammers, and necessitate a wider frame-gap there. Also Bisley frames are deeper from top to bottom than SAA frames meaning grip frames are not interchangeable. (Odd in itself because Colt SAA grip frames and those of cap-and-ball Colt 1851/1861 Navy and 1860 Army grip frames are interchangeable. I’ve switched them several times.)

Bisley barrels and regular Colt SAA barrels are interchangeable except for this marking.

While Bisley and SAA differences are significant, there are many more similarities. One is standard barrel lengths. Both versions were offered with 4-3/4-, 5-1/2- and 7-1/2-inch lengths. I’ve seen the SAA with others such as the 3-inch Sheriff’s Model or 12-inch Buntline, but never such an anomaly on a Bisley. SAA and Bisley barrels are interchangeable but the latter ones are stamped as such. Also, finishes were the same: blue with color case-hardened frame and hammer or fully nickel plated.

By the time the Bisley version appeared Colt’s standard material for SAA grips had changed from wood to hard rubber, and so likewise, standard Bisley grips were checkered hard rubber.

At its inception the Bisley came in two variations. One, of course, was the target model with flattop frame holding an adjustable rear sight, with the front sight a correspondingly higher, thicker blade. The second variation was exactly like the SAA with a groove down the frame’s topstrap as a rear sight with a rather sharp-edged rounded blade front.

Bisley hammers are very attractive with a wider and lower spur.

Standard Bisley Colts were chambered for 18 calibers and the target versions for 14. All of them are also counted among the SAA’s 30 known chamberings. They ranged from a single Bisley made as a .44 Smooth Bore used in the Wild West shows of the day, to a maximum of about 13,500 in .32 WCF (.32-20). In order of popularity, most Bisleys were chambered for .32 WCF, .38 WCF, .45 Colt, .44 WCF and .41 Colt. Conversely, the popularity order for standard SAA’s was .45 Colt, .44 WCF, .38 WCF, .32 WCF and .41 Colt.

Colt Bisley revolvers were made from 1894 to 1912, but according to research books the last one was not shipped from the factory until 1919. According to my books about 45,300 were made in total. Over 312,000 regular SAA’s were made before production ceased in 1941. And over 1/4 million more have been made in 2nd and 3rd generations. Therefore, you could logically assume the price of a decent Bisley would be more than a similar condition SAA. Not so. I assume this is a result of movies and TV shows which have been full of regular Colt six-shooters. The only movie I can recall showing a Bisley was from the 1980’s named The Gray Fox starring the late Richard Farnsworth.

In my almost 50 years of buying, selling, trading and shooting Colt single action revolvers, I’ve only owned four Bisleys. The first was a neat little package: a Bisley converted to .38 Special and fitted with Smith & Wesson target sights. Next came one converted from .38 WCF to .45 Colt. The previous owner had kept the original barrel and cylinder and wanted his Bisley back so it could be restored to its original caliber.

For it he traded me a 5-1/2-inch-barreled .45 Bisley. It was sold when I was raising bucks to buy WWII full-autos. Just the month prior to this writing I impetuously bought another—a 5-1/2-inch .38 WCF. I don’t know why, for like so many other Colt SAA fans I don’t care for a Bisley’s appearance. Maybe I just thought my assortment of Colts wouldn’t be complete without one. Or maybe I just don’t have good sense.

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FRIENDLY FIRE … BEST BUDS, GOOD GUNS WRITTEN BY WILL DABBS, MD

Day at the range: Will and Danny didn’t have ready access to a battery like this back in the day. But now …

 

It’s really a wonder we survived adolescence. We first met in 9th grade and it was initially a mutual interest in firearms and the military sparking our friendship. School shootings were not a real thing, so it was okay to talk about guns in school back then. It’s indeed been a wild ride. His name is Danny, and we are the archetypal gun buddies.

He goes by Dan nowadays. It seemed somehow more appropriate for a successful electrical engineer working for a high-tech defense contractor. However, we lived together for three years in college. I’ve seen him at his best and I’ve seen him at his worst. He’ll always be Danny to me.

The gun shows were a blast. We’d plot and scheme all the way there, buy an antique surplus MRE for lunch, then trade and barter until they turned off the lights and ran us out. On the trip home it was always exciting to pore over our newest conquests. Our resources were meager and our acquisitions comparable, but it was always fun.

I’m much better funded these days, but I can’t get nearly the rush out of a proper gun show as I did back then with Danny. In this regard I suppose it’s not unlike an addiction. It’s hard to recapture that first serious high.

 

 

Danny tries his hand with an oldie Beretta 38A. Full-auto is big fun,
but more so with a shooting buddy.

An Explosive Relationship

 

Now nearly four decades later, his wife still accuses me of trying to kill him. I’m not exactly sure that’s fair. There was of course the homemade spud gun I gave him for Christmas that exploded on his shoulder. He was answering the phone for a couple days when it wasn’t ringing, but there was no lasting harm. Then there was the home-built mortar at the bottom of the thick cardboard shipping container we used for a launcher. It detonated and shredded his pants leg. That ultimately turned out fine, too.

A blank 12-gauge shell and an Estes model rocket engine powered the ridiculous contraption. It did indeed pulverize the tube and simultaneously blew a not-inconsiderable hole in the ground, but of course that could’ve happened to anybody. There were a few others the details of which I’ll keep to myself as I’m not sure if the statute of limitations has yet fully expired. Regardless, we burned untold thousands of rounds together, it was always good harmless fun.

We inadvertently set fire to a shooting range in Oklahoma one time. My quick thinking saved the Porta-John from certain incineration. The mental image of us valiantly dragging that nasty thing out of the smoldering grass in the nick of time still brings a wry grin. It’s amazing the number of furry critters that can quickly exit a stand of tall grass when it is vigorously burning. That debacle ultimately claimed about three acres of Oklahoma grassland and allowed me to meet several very nice firemen. Once again — on balance — no lasting harm.

When I was in the Army and Danny was building military radar systems, we often lived on opposite sides of the world. However, our wives were (and are) best pals, so we made a point to visit at least once a year. Each time the ladies talked about kids and we retired to pore over our latest firearm acquisitions. Some things never change.

 

 

The Wayback Machine: A youthful Will and Danny took a serious “Man-cation”
when Will was stationed in Alaska.

Maturing … Kind Of

 

We each had three kids. They had two girls and a boy. We had two boys and a girl. They were each within three months of each other. The running joke was we would get one church with one preacher and one set of flowers and marry all six of them off in one fell swoop. Alas, his girls found husbands elsewhere so our plans were ruined.

Sadly, our kids have all moved away, though we do finally have a little freedom as a result. It’s a long drive, but we talked them into coming our way this year. Danny and I spent two full days pawing over the gun collection and burning bullets, swapping old lies and ones of more recent vintage. Nobody got blown up, blinded, or incarcerated. It was an altogether great time.

Guns are in the news these days for all the wrong reasons. If you really wanted to save children you’d outlaw skateboards or cigarettes, not AR-15s. But all of you know this already.

Firearms are used for recreation, hunting, personal defense and countless other wholesome American pursuits. And they also build some splendid friendships. No matter how much time elapses or how much hair turns gray or falls out, sitting down in the gun room surrounded by the inimitable smell of BreakFree always takes us back to better days.

We are gun buddies then, now and always.