![]() The first oil patch I ran down the bore, sucked the oil right off it and came back out ragged. The barrel was a decent one, with nice rifling at a glance. The workmanship was mediocre at best with extra fat wood all around. originally was a blond with little more than a iron screwed down trigger guard, and two ram rod thimbles, and horn butt plate. This southern rifle was the worse of the lot, rode hard and put away wet. All needed tender loving care, as rust abound from their storage in a dungeon. 44 Colt pistol ( That turned out to be real ), and this Southern rifle, all in flintlock other than the colt. The 5 guns were stored in a basement, a nice Jager ( That he gave me for a Christmas present, what a pal ! ), a French Fusil, a Trade rifle, a 1860. This rifle was acquired in a group that a good friend named Bud Flap bought from a deceased friends gun collection, having no interest in the black powder guns, he sold them to me. ![]() I call my red headed step child, as for all the rust red rags that were produced that took to clean this up.
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