My best friend and I talked about getting way more involved with firearms shortly before he died in a single car crash over in Louisiana a few weeks later. We had been best friends for the better part of two decades. We had roommated with each other, went through an intensive 15 month trade school to become aircraft mechanics which we both finished and excelled at, etc.. I had no doubt that we would have gotten into them and would probably have a business doing that by now. He died in April of ‘07.
I shut down for a year. NOTHING interested me. I started to notice that when I picked up a book about firearms it would immediately take my mind off of anything that was stressing me out. It was like a gift that my friend had somehow gotten a message through to me. At least that’s how I took it.
I poured myself into reading, watching, talking, and anything else about firearms. I learned about this thing called a Krag rifle.
A few months later a guy at the Lodge I belong to broke down a false wall he had built in the 50’s that beheld about 75 guns of all sorts.
I bought 8 from him and one was a Krag. He showed it to me and bet that I didn’t know what it was but I came right back with “THATS A KRAG JORGENSON!” It had already been sporterized but seemed to work flawlessly. It’s an 1898 built in 1900. The stock had gotten close to heat because the finish had bubbled up a bit. I proceeded to refinish the stock and I uncovered the cartouche and carefully saved it. I finally had it reblued a few months back and now I’m about to scope it. The gun works well but I don’t know how well it will group. To shoot a rifle that’s 119 years old precisely is going to be really cool and I know as long as I’m dealing with firearms I will never succumb to the stresses of this world that can be many. Just like when we used to hang out. Nothing could get to me. I do miss my friend, named Darrel, but I’ll see him again someday... Thanks for reading...