Older BHP
MilSpec blued 1911
PP or PPK, yes, but especially
A blued 36 chief special, Colt DS, or 2" model 10. In a pinch, a 4" model 10 would do as well.
Older BHP
MilSpec blued 1911
PP or PPK, yes, but especially
A blued 36 chief special, Colt DS, or 2" model 10. In a pinch, a 4" model 10 would do as well.
For me... A full-size blued steel-framed 1911 in .45, or any centerfire K-Frame.
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I had an HK USP C .45 LEM. The reason I said “had,” was because when our house got broken into by two druggies, they stole it. Now, I am happy with a “belt” gun instead of any more “desk” guns.
Likes pretty much everything in every caliber.
Colt model M 1903 in .32
Prewar 1911. S&W Heavy Duty. 1st or 2nd model DS. .455 Webley.
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If we have to march off into the next world, let us walk there on the bodies of our enemies.
Have you decided on a shoulder holster yet?
Gotta be steel with wood grips. And it should be old with character.
How "American" do you see the "next great American novel" being?
"No free man shall ever be debarred the use of arms." - Thomas Jefferson, Virginia Constitution, Draft 1, 1776
Needs to be either a Blue Steel 4' N frame in a Big Bore non magnum calibre, or a 1960's Government model.
Welcome to Africa, bring a hardhat.
This guy...he gets it. A 2" Colt D-Frame is the quintessential "desk gun" in my opinion. It's the gun every hard boiled writer should have on hand, when they are writing.
Def need the shoulder holster. It's gotta be a vertical or an upside down rig of some type.
Vega makes a fairly nice upside down rig for most 2-3" revolvers - http://www.vegaholster.com/prodotto/...stic-retention
If vertical, go with a pouch-type, not a Bianchi X15 type. Those are lame.
1851 is mo' better. And these hang on the wall, in cased pairs, along side other treasures from adventures past.
Example: A full-sized replica of a Terracotta Soldier, based on the ones you rescued now housed in a world class museum, sits to the side, a convenient, but inappropriate hat rack for your fedora (or fisherman's cap, depends on your personal style). You scarf hangs carelessly from the soldier's crooked arm that holds a spear upright. Your coat is tossed on the nearby chesterfield. In the center of the room, a Turkish rug, acquired during a trip to Istanbul to investigate stolen antiquities (and to do a little spy work for "the boys at the agency"). On the other side, scattered among the bookshelves, artifacts of lost civilizations, some self explanatory, like the obsidian knives acquired while working in Aztec ruins, others like the shrunken heads given to you by tribal leaders in New Guinea, may require more explanation. A leather briefcase, made of crocodile, actually the crocodile, that tried to eat you in Australia. Hopi tribal dolls given to you by a Shaman.
And of course, cased 1851 Colt Navies acquired from your great grandfather, which go with a mismatched pair of Colt 1873s acquired from your grandfather who carried them as he rode up San Juan Hill with Teddy. Conveniently, a joke gift from Teddy himself sits nearby, a stuffed "Teddy Bear". Your father's war medals sit in a case next to your own, with his knife, slightly patina'ed from carrying and occasional use, part of his legacy from his time in Shanghai working for William Fairbairn. Your own Colt 1911 is a newer Commercial Model, to replace the aged 1914-era Colt that your father had carried in Shanghai and you sometimes carried during various missions during the war, hangs in your shoulder holster, which itself is not quite carelessly, but more absentmindedly tossed around the back of your oak swivel chair.
The phone rings, black, bakelite, rotary dialed, you answer, "Sir, we need you..." You don't hesitate.
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