Memories
Jack is a dear old friend. He has forgotten more about trading guns than I will ever know.
The Legendary .41 Mag Colt Python
by Jack Fowler
Back in the early '70s, there was a small gun shop in a Ft. Worth suburb owned by a very talented man I will simply call "Bubba". Bubba had retired from a large defense plant as an engineer, and was a natural gunsmith. His shop thrived, and became one of my regular haunts. Bubba, and I became good friends, and often traded stuff, and swapped war stories.
One afternoon, I stopped in, and took a seat on one of the old bar stools. Bubba said hello with a mischievous grin, and took off for the back room. He returned shortly with a pistol in his hand, and offered it over the counter, looking like a cat with fresh canary breath. It was a 4" nickel finish Colt Python. I looked it over, and quickly discovered that the holes were way too big for a .357 Magnum. I flipped it over to read the barrel, and neatly roll marked on the side was ".41 Magnum". I kinda grinned, and looked to the distinctive Python muzzle for the seam of a barrel liner that would give it away. There was none. Genuinely curious now, I gave the sixgun a serious going over. The barrel showed no signs of having been re-stamped, and the caliber marking looked as factory as the rest of the gun. Even under a strong glass, the muzzle revealed no evidence of being relined.
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