COLT BOA revolver
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HansGruber
Ronin
One of the Serpents I have yet to acquire...and one of the harder ones to find.
jumpinjoe
Hellcat
We learn something new everyday, huh? I love the Troopers, and the Pythons, but had never heard of the Boa till now. I'm not really a 'snake' gun collector of any sort, just that the blued Trooper MkIII was my very first really nice revolver. Got it in about late 70's or early 80's IIRC. Had a couple Ruger 6's, a Super Blackhawk (I didn't keep that one very long), a Colt Chief's Special, then a Mod 60 S&W. Then I acquired the '82 Python, but wouldn't dare shoot it. Then a year or so ago inherited the stainless Trooper Mk5 when my dad passed away and love shooting it. Then day before yesterday my yard son sent me the new model Python to match with my '82 model gun. Well, can't shoot it either, so I'll just play with my Troopers and pretend they're Pythons !!! 
jumpinjoe
Hellcat
"............................", a Colt Chief's Special, then a Mod 60 S&W. ".............................".
Need to make a correction here ......... I'm thinking the little Colt was called a 'Detective' Special IIRC. I guess I had 'Chief's' Special on my mind since the S&W Mod60 is the stainless version of it. It was Colt quality, and if memory serves, it might have been just a tad larger then the similar S&W 'Chief's' Special. It felt a little larger in the hand anyway.
Sorry for the mix-up.
Yard son ???We learn something new everyday, huh? I love the Troopers, and the Pythons, but had never heard of the Boa till now. I'm not really a 'snake' gun collector of any sort, just that the blued Trooper MkIII was my very first really nice revolver. Got it in about late 70's or early 80's IIRC. Had a couple Ruger 6's, a Super Blackhawk (I didn't keep that one very long), a Colt Chief's Special, then a Mod 60 S&W. Then I acquired the '82 Python, but wouldn't dare shoot it. Then a year or so ago inherited the stainless Trooper Mk5 when my dad passed away and love shooting it. Then day before yesterday my yard son sent me the new model Python to match with my '82 model gun. Well, can't shoot it either, so I'll just play with my Troopers and pretend they're Pythons !!!
Yes , Detective is the proper termonology for the Colt snub. It was larger then the Chief's due to being a 6 shot whereas the chief was a 5 shot.
wmg1299
Professional
I always feel a little silly when I see articles about the Colt snake guns because, despite getting into shooting almost 20 years ago, I didn't know what the snake guns were before watching The Walking Dead. I kind of miss those times. I didn't want one when I didn't know that they existed. Now I feel like my collection won't be complete until I have one.
jumpinjoe
Hellcat
Yard son ???
Haha! When I was a young lad growing up in the deep country, there were no malls for shopping as today, only independent brand stores and they were all in town. Now for most moms to be able to make it into town, they would often get together for the trip and ask one neighborhood mom to watch all the kids from several families while those moms made the trip to town. Very few families had 2 cars at that time and dad usually had to drive it to work, so several moms would ride together. During the time the moms were gone to town, usually for the better part of the day since it was such a major event and effort, all the kids were instructed they were to stay in the yard of the 'day' mom for the day and the kids were considered her 'yard' kids for the day. It's an old expression from way back then. The 'day' mom took charge of all the 'yard' kids with whatever they might need, she saw to it they were all fed during the day, etc, etc, etc. For that period of time that day she was the boss mom just as if she were our real mom and we knew it.
My 'yard' son grew up across the street from where my wife and I lived for the past almost 40 years and even when barely out of diapers he would often slip away from his home and come over to our house. I typically kept his bike's working and tires aired up, etc, and my wife kept him supplied with cookies and jello squares, etc. Often as soon as his mom realized he had slipped away, she would call to our house and say "Hey Joe, is ??????? over there?" We'd tell her yes and he's fine"...... she'd say "OK, well send him home when he gets to be a bother." We'd all laugh.
Over the years as he grew up, he became almost a permanent fixture at our house. So much so for example, that if/when he had Sunday dinner with us, which was pretty often, he and I might lay down on the floor afterward to watch a game. If we fell asleep as we often did after a big Sunday dinner, my wife would just step over us as she moved about and would just throw a blanket over us for the night rather than waking us. The next morning he might still be asleep on the floor, or he might have gotten up in the night and gone home. He often came to me for serious advice, always brought new girlfriends over to meet us, etc. The point of the story is that he grew up almost as if he were our blood son. So, as a heartfelt joke over time we began identifying him as our 'yard' son, and he identified us as his 2nd parents.
He's grown now obviously, but as he married and had a couple kids of his own, they lived just a couple houses down the street from us for several years. Wouldn't you know, his two girls spent almost as much time at our house as he had when he was a kid. So we even had a couple 'yard' grand kids as far as we were concerned. Matter of fact most of the neighborhood kids all spent a great deal of time at our house. The whole situation was/is a far more intimate relationship than can be written here, but he was/is a very special young man to my wife and me both, as is his entire family.
I took him on his very first fishing trip, first camping trip, his first hunting trip, first airboat ride, and many more of all of them over time. Taught him how to tune up his first car. His very first Whitetailed deer was taken with one of my rifles. Today he owns that rifle as I gave it to him when my wife and I sold our house and moved to a retirement community about two years ago. A kind of side note as to how I feel about him and think of him is that the rifle I gave to him when we moved was the rifle my wife bought for me for our very first anniversary .... some 52 years ago.
And please don't mistake him for not having good parents of his own. They were great people whom we had a great respect for and were best friends with for more than 40 years. As a matter of fact we bought the property we built our house on some 40 years ago from his parents originally. His dad was 'Doctor, Lawyer, or Indian Chief' type and was not one much for the outdoors. So it was likely that without the relationship my wife and I had with our 'yard' son, he might never have had the opportunity to do some of those things.
He's turned out to be a very productive member of society. Now about mid-40's I think. He has moved out to North Dakota several years ago with his family and is doing quite well in the oil industry around the Balken find. He started his own company with one semi truck and a tanker trailer about 8-10 yrs ago and now has IIRC 18 tank trucks, several semi's, considerable numbers and types of heavy equipment, about 35 employees, and owns quite a bit of property including 3 large fabrication and repair shops around Minot and Williston, ND. We're as proud of him as if he were our blood son and he still considers us his 2nd parents.
So, that's what a 'yard' son is. He's not the strictest definition of the term, but in every sense he's the definition of it in our hearts.
jumpinjoe
Hellcat
Most excellent story JJ. Sounds like the young man had some good training.
Many thanks ..... I'd like to think so.
ChanceMcCall
Custom
As I'm getting older, the Rock Island Auction sold all of mine last year. The prices they brought were unbelievable.
Bassbob
Emissary
Haha! When I was a young lad growing up in the deep country, there were no malls for shopping as today, only independent brand stores and they were all in town. Now for most moms to be able to make it into town, they would often get together for the trip and ask one neighborhood mom to watch all the kids from several families while those moms made the trip to town. Very few families had 2 cars at that time and dad usually had to drive it to work, so several moms would ride together. During the time the moms were gone to town, usually for the better part of the day since it was such a major event and effort, all the kids were instructed they were to stay in the yard of the 'day' mom for the day and the kids were considered her 'yard' kids for the day. It's an old expression from way back then. The 'day' mom took charge of all the 'yard' kids with whatever they might need, she saw to it they were all fed during the day, etc, etc, etc. For that period of time that day she was the boss mom just as if she were our real mom and we knew it.
My 'yard' son grew up across the street from where my wife and I lived for the past almost 40 years and even when barely out of diapers he would often slip away from his home and come over to our house. I typically kept his bike's working and tires aired up, etc, and my wife kept him supplied with cookies and jello squares, etc. Often as soon as his mom realized he had slipped away, she would call to our house and say "Hey Joe, is ??????? over there?" We'd tell her yes and he's fine"...... she'd say "OK, well send him home when he gets to be a bother." We'd all laugh.
Over the years as he grew up, he became almost a permanent fixture at our house. So much so for example, that if/when he had Sunday dinner with us, which was pretty often, he and I might lay down on the floor afterward to watch a game. If we fell asleep as we often did after a big Sunday dinner, my wife would just step over us as she moved about and would just throw a blanket over us for the night rather than waking us. The next morning he might still be asleep on the floor, or he might have gotten up in the night and gone home. He often came to me for serious advice, always brought new girlfriends over to meet us, etc. The point of the story is that he grew up almost as if he were our blood son. So, as a heartfelt joke over time we began identifying him as our 'yard' son, and he identified us as his 2nd parents.
He's grown now obviously, but as he married and had a couple kids of his own, they lived just a couple houses down the street from us for several years. Wouldn't you know, his two girls spent almost as much time at our house as he had when he was a kid. So we even had a couple 'yard' grand kids as far as we were concerned. Matter of fact most of the neighborhood kids all spent a great deal of time at our house. The whole situation was/is a far more intimate relationship than can be written here, but he was/is a very special young man to my wife and me both, as is his entire family.
I took him on his very first fishing trip, first camping trip, his first hunting trip, first airboat ride, and many more of all of them over time. Taught him how to tune up his first car. His very first Whitetailed deer was taken with one of my rifles. Today he owns that rifle as I gave it to him when my wife and I sold our house and moved to a retirement community about two years ago. A kind of side note as to how I feel about him and think of him is that the rifle I gave to him when we moved was the rifle my wife bought for me for our very first anniversary .... some 52 years ago.
And please don't mistake him for not having good parents of his own. They were great people whom we had a great respect for and were best friends with for more than 40 years. As a matter of fact we bought the property we built our house on some 40 years ago from his parents originally. His dad was 'Doctor, Lawyer, or Indian Chief' type and was not one much for the outdoors. So it was likely that without the relationship my wife and I had with our 'yard' son, he might never have had the opportunity to do some of those things.
He's turned out to be a very productive member of society. Now about mid-40's I think. He has moved out to North Dakota several years ago with his family and is doing quite well in the oil industry around the Balken find. He started his own company with one semi truck and a tanker trailer about 8-10 yrs ago and now has IIRC 18 tank trucks, several semi's, considerable numbers and types of heavy equipment, about 35 employees, and owns quite a bit of property including 3 large fabrication and repair shops around Minot and Williston, ND. We're as proud of him as if he were our blood son and he still considers us his 2nd parents.
So, that's what a 'yard' son is. He's not the strictest definition of the term, but in every sense he's the definition of it in our hearts.
Fantastic. You're a hell of a good guy Joe.
jumpinjoe
Hellcat
Well thanks for the compliment bob ...... I just try to treat folks as I'd like to be treated. For the most part, the folks on this forum are all super easy to treat that way.