One of my greatest memories of growing up in Reno, Nevada was our annual deer-hunting trips up north to Elko County, within eyeshot of the Ruby Mountains. My family (grandfather, grandmother, dad, mom, and assorted others) hunted deer exclusively with scoped .243 bolt-action rifles. That was the only suitable gun with which to hunt mule deer in Nevada’s sagebrush and open spaces, in our not-so-humble opinions. Why? Well, as I’ve stated, our hunting ethic was always about eating what we kill and we’d all seen way too much meat ruined by overkill with 30-06s and 7mms.
Anyway, fast forward to the early 80s. I was going to college in Oregon and had occasion to go on a deer-hunting trip in western Oregon with my brother and some friends. We were hunting for whitetail, as I recall, and there was thick greenery everywhere. I quickly discovered that a scope was worthless (you get an eyeful of blurry green). A friend had a good old lever-action model 94 Winchester 30-30 he let me borrow, and I just loved that gun. Ever since, I always thought about getting one.
Then, the other day, I read something over a Kim’s place and I knew it was finally time to act (after nearly 25 years; what the hell, eh?). So, I went on over to The Gun Exchange this afternoon and got myself one for the great price of $399, manufactured between 1943 and 1948 (no records for that era, for some reason). Of course, I’ve got to wait 10 days until I pick it up, so no pic. However, this one here from 1954 looks exactly the same and is in the same wonderful condition.
So, there you have it.