Not to put too fine a point on it, this is, literally a brand, new, Italian boxlock, perhaps 3 boxes of trap loads put down the tubes at my club, and a half dozen patterning loads at the same place. Me, myself, will not be taking a rasp to it, or, gluing anything on, anywhere. I doubt you can buy an Italian boxlock similar to this today, and if you could it would set you back thousands.
Thousands.
It was given to me on a snowy Thanksgiving Day when a hero from the second big war, who was a fixture at my table for a decade or so, made note that I like to hunt that day, and saw to it I didn’t have a good reason not to go. I have had few friends like him in my life.
I subscribe to Dewey Vicknair’s school of thought on this. The best work, or, don’t bother. If I do it, it might well end up at Vicknair’s place.
Dustin is probably right, the war is over, my friend is gone.
But, still, maybe not. Maybe not to me.
Best,
Ted
