So, we're at the gun store yesterday...

[Plano11]

I ran across one two months ago chambered for .25acp, I knew nothing about it but it seemed well made. I love it! Congratulations! View attachment 1146613

This is so sexy, made me wish I had one.

 

[film495]

I think the old little pocket pistols are about the coolest thing one can have, just to have and collect. If they work that much better.

 

[Starter52]

FYI a small amount of old-fashioned black shoe polish will make that strap match the rest of the holster.

 

[CajunBass]

FYI a small amount of old-fashioned black shoe polish will make that strap match the rest of the holster.

Well, yes, that's true, but then it's not what I bought originally. I like to keep things the way were when I got them if possible. We have no real use for this as a gun, so in this case, I bought the story. Sure, the story is imagined, but I picture someone buying this little thing, most likely the only gun he ever owned. He probably got the holster at the same time. He shot it a few times, made sure it worked, then carried it every day for forty years or so, probably while working in a shop, and making bank deposits at night. He took care of it, but probably didn't shoot it much. The wear on the gun and holster tell me that.

Somewhere along the line the strap broke so he took an old scrap of leather and fixed it "good enough." Then he retired and put the gun away. Years later still, his kids, or maybe grandkids found it in his sock drawer when they were going through his stuff. They never knew he owned a gun. Then it ended up at my LGS, where my wife asked "What's that?"

Now, I made that up of course, I have no real idea the who, what, when or where about that gun, but I have a basis in fact for the story. When my mother passed, and my sisters and aunts were going through her stuff, they found little pot metal revolver. It was silver in color, and also had genuine white plastic grips. It was actually a cap pistol, the type that takes a ring of plastic caps. No, idea where it came from really. It certainly wasn't mine, and it wasn't out with the rest of the kids toys from her days babysitting the grandkids, but in her dresser drawer. We sort of figured that she had gotten it after my father died, and kept it "for protection." figuring she could scare someone with it. She wasn't the type to actually buy a gun, especially not a handgun. When I was a kid I remember her telling me "No one has a handgun, but cops and crooks. And you're neither of those." There's another story there, but this is long, and boring enough already.

 

[jar]

Well, yes, that's true, but then it's not what I bought originally. I like to keep things the way were when I got them if possible. We have no real use for this as a gun, so in this case, I bought the story. Sure, the story is imagined, but I picture someone buying this little thing, most likely the only gun he ever owned. He probably got the holster at the same time. He shot it a few times, made sure it worked, then carried it every day for forty years or so, probably while working in a shop, and making bank deposits at night. He took care of it, but probably didn't shoot it much. The wear on the gun and holster tell me that.

Somewhere along the line the strap broke so he took an old scrap of leather and fixed it "good enough." Then he retired and put the gun away. Years later still, his kids, or maybe grandkids found it in his sock drawer when they were going through his stuff. They never knew he owned a gun. Then it ended up at my LGS, where my wife asked "What's that?"

Now, I made that up of course, I have no real idea the who, what, when or where about that gun, but I have a basis in fact for the story. When my mother passed, and my sisters and aunts were going through her stuff, they found little pot metal revolver. It was silver in color, and also had genuine white plastic grips. It was actually a cap pistol, the type that takes a ring of plastic caps. No, idea where it came from really. It certainly wasn't mine, and it wasn't out with the rest of the kids toys from her days babysitting the grandkids, but in her dresser drawer. We sort of figured that she had gotten it after my father died, and kept it "for protection." figuring she could scare someone with it. She wasn't the type to actually buy a gun, especially not a handgun. When I was a kid I remember her telling me "No one has a handgun, but cops and crooks. And you're neither of those." There's another story there, but this is long, and boring enough already.

Talking about little guns like that Italian jewel; I happened to see an HH Heiser holster for sale. Heiser was a very well known saddle and leather goods merchant in Colorado and this holster was a tiny hand carved masterpiece.



It is for the small gentleman's vest pocket pistols and shown here with my Beretta Model of 1919 and some brothers with different mothers.