When I was still in school, my Dad used to bring home these True West magazines, all stories about Billy the Kid and Doc Holliday and Bill Hickok and Mysterious Dave Mather (who likely ended his days in the RCMP!!!!). There were always ads in there from Ye Olde Hunter for foreign rifles at ridiculous prices. The descriptions were pure BS but there were only TWO books available about military rifles at that time and they were BOTH over $10 in this country, although cheaper in the States: a week's pay plus if you were working part-time at the prevailing 50 cents an hour. I was working in the family restaurant and didn't get paid at all, but my Mom would slip me a dollar here and there and I saved them all up and added that to what I earned delivering newspapers and ordered the one I had fallen in love with: a genuine "Model 70VV Italian Sniping Rifle: Garibaldi's Greatest! Beautiful spaghetti-grained stocks and finest workmanship and........" It was $9.98 but you had to add 20% (another $1.99) to that if you were in Canada. So, still not quite sure that these were actually REAL, I piled up my $11.97, bought a stamp and sent off my order.
My rifle arrived here by steam-train, 2 weeks later, $1.30 freight COLLECT. I was on my way to school at the time, so hauled the box (with the rifle) to school and stuck it in my locker. No, it did NOT jump out and massacre anyone! Got it home and got it out of the box and it was the saddest-looking piece of junk I have EVER bought. But it was REAL. I had a friend here in town who knew EVERYTHING about guns and even loaded HIS OWN SHELLS. He loaned me HATCHER'S NOTEBOOK (which I recommend to ANYONE starting in firearms) and, later, he loaned me W.H.B. Smith's BOOK OF RIFLES and I started to learn something. I discovered that the rifle actually was an 1870/87 Vetterli-Vitali which had been converted during World War I to handle a Mannlicher magazine and so rightly should be called an 1870/87/915 and likely should be called a Vetterli-Mannlicher except that nobody calls it that, despite the Mannlicher magazine. And I learned that they were not sniping rifles but were general issue at a time of utter desperation and that Spaghetti is NOT a type of wood (the stock is Italian Walnut). I learned that the AOI brand on the butt was from AFRICA ORIENTALE ITALIANA, a COUNTRY which only lasted 6 years! And I learned that the barrel was BENT.
At that time I was spotting tractors for Ernie Symons in Rocanville. Mr. Symons ran SYMONS METALWORKERS. He was the only man in Canada (before the invention of NiCd rods) who would weld a cast-iron cylinder head and GUARANTEE the job FOR LIFE. He also made those copper-coloured oil cans which used to be everywhere and still work so very well if you can find one. I remember one night, he gave me a "tour" of his factory and actually MADE an oil can out of bits and pieces of what looked like scrap-metal as I watched. First time I ever saw metal-forming machines at work, or a draw-press, or a punch-press..... and he had made half the machines and all of the dies himself. His factory today is the property of the Government of Saskatchewan and is preserved as a Historic Industrial Building, as is only right. But he was a LIVE STEAM enthusiast and I had found him a WHITE steam traction engine and a CASE and a Rumely Oil Pull tractor and the engine out of one of the old Assiniboine River steamships which went aground and sank in 1913. He offered to straighten my barrel and did a wonderful job, using one of his larger lathes.
Well, by the time I had the Italian Sniping Rifle under control, I had discovered a STRAIGHT-PULL MAUSER which turned out to be a Mannlicher Model 1895, contract-built in 1903 for the King of Bulgaria but there were no shells for it and there was a French rifle called a Lebel which was actually a Berthier and there was a REAL LEE-ENFIELD with the original 1896 COPPER BARREL..... which turned out to be a disastrously-dangerous "Farmer Fix" which has not been sold because it is just too damned dangerous to let out of the house. I have a milling-machine now, so I think I might remove the barrel from that one and section the barrel for an exhibit on just how NOT to do it. And I paid far too much for a MARTINI when they were on the go, but at least my $17 got me one which is an original .577/.450 Mark IV and it is STILL UNFIRED AND IN GREASE, so I think I should get my money back on that one, anyway......
And so it grew. I had a Carcano before Lee Harvey Oswald bought his, got clips for it from Klein's in Chicago after their ad was shown in LIFE magazine with LHO's Model 38 over the ad..... and before they pulled any and all ads with Carcanos in them. When Kennedy was shot, the CBC announced that the job had been done with a ".30-30 Mauser" and, even though I might have been young and dumb, I wasn't dumb enough to fall for THAT one! So I waited an extra day and got the Winnipeg Free Press...... and there was a rifle nearly identical to mine! Wups! And then to discover that I shared my BIRTHDAY with this clown: double WUUPPS! And then to discover only a few years later that the new PRIME MINISTER shared my birthday: triple WWWUUUPPPS!!! So when I started writing fiction, I created the nicest girl I have ever known and gave her my birthday..... just so I could share it with someone who wasn't a nut-bar killer or a Communist agent!
So that's how it started, with incredulosity and trepidation and endless misteaks. It continued through a fascination, not with the shooting but with the endless MECHANISMS which all do the same things in different ways and it continues today through a fascination with the history which these things have MADE. THEY are what have MADE OUR WORLD as we have it today, like it or not.
But I still wish I had had the money to buy a whole raft of those Berdan Is and Berdan IIs and Werndls......... at $9.98...... plus $1.30 shipping......
...... by an actual 4-6-2 Mogul with a 150-pound-boiler STEAM TRAIN smelling like hot iron and steam and flashpoint grease.
I am on here because there still is a lot that I DON'T know.... and there is always something new coming out of the woodwork.
If I can help a few of the new guys, well, it might pay back for the help I had when I was starting out, better than half a century ago.
And that's the story.