Some Things I Have Learned About Old Cooeys
- Thread starter bexan
- Start date
Had to bring this thread back to life as I just got my first Cooey.
It's been living in a closet for many years and was just handed to me.
When I get some of the rust scraped off, I'll know what model it is
Thanks again for the original post.
It's been living in a closet for many years and was just handed to me.
When I get some of the rust scraped off, I'll know what model it is
Thanks again for the original post.
303EppsFan
CGN Regular
- Location
- Almonte,Ontario
I was gifted my first Cooey in 1974. Whale belly stock with aperture sights. Still in my safe. On the never sell list.
- Location
- Lower Mainland
Greta job!
Not a fan of the Cooey 60. Got one after a friends father died and she had no PAL. Just yesterday I went to take the bolt out.
First time I had to Google a bolt action to find out how to take the bolt out.
You gotta take the freakin' thing apart to accomplish this simple act. Poorly engineered, IMO.
For many years I never knew how to take the bolt out of a 60...but really, how hard is it to loosen off a nut and thread out a bolt a bit? Takes about 30 seconds to have the bolt out, if you have the right wrench to hand.
reddog9x19
CGN frequent flyer
Happy to say I own two! Thanks for the post op, was entertaining and thought provoking.
Never thought of it like that. I often see ads reading "Rifle in mint shape, but missing bolt"
Not just kids losing the bolt, but it being put away in a "safe" place, never to be seen again.
Google a pic of a Cooey 60, that's what I had to do. Not a ID make on it.
All the info is here, with videos.
My father (still alive thank god) used to take me to shoot gophers when I was 15'ish. I had a 10 capacity Lakefield Mossberg repeater bolt action 22 with a 3-9 scope and he'd bring his single shot cooey.
We'd prop ourselves up on a hill and I'd shoot the crap out of everything that moves while he would plink away.
We'd each take a box of 500 and go for hours.
I'd take out 10 to his 2.
I could never figure out why he would want the cooey when he was so clearly outgunned.
I'm 48, my daughter is 20. I never had a son to take gopher shooting (she has zero interest) but if I had I'd have wanted his old cooey just to make the day last as long as it could.
I get it now
We'd prop ourselves up on a hill and I'd shoot the crap out of everything that moves while he would plink away.
We'd each take a box of 500 and go for hours.
I'd take out 10 to his 2.
I could never figure out why he would want the cooey when he was so clearly outgunned.
I'm 48, my daughter is 20. I never had a son to take gopher shooting (she has zero interest) but if I had I'd have wanted his old cooey just to make the day last as long as it could.
I get it now
They say that the sense of smell is the strongest trigger of memories. For a vast number of Canadian shooters the smell of gunpowder can instantly take them back to their first time shooting. That memory often involves a Cooey and parents, grand parents, or other older mentors, many of whom are now long gone. These little rifles are sometimes our only remaining tangible link to the past. Pretty hard to have bad memories attached to a Cooey.
I have way more old .22's than I need but I can't help bringing one back from most of the gun shows that I attend. Every nick scratch and scar tells a story. I usually have to part with a few dollars but the stories alone that these guns can tell me are worth the price. Oh and I get to keep the gun too.
I have way more old .22's than I need but I can't help bringing one back from most of the gun shows that I attend. Every nick scratch and scar tells a story. I usually have to part with a few dollars but the stories alone that these guns can tell me are worth the price. Oh and I get to keep the gun too.
