My South African rifle that I had for 12 years and stupidly gave away before moving to NZ having believed the agent who said it was too difficult to export / import. A 1970 Sauer made Weatherby MK V in .243 Winchester. Was a minter when I bought it off a colleague, by the time I’d finished with it the stock was as battered as fuck, and barrel was nearly shot out. But the memories of what I got up to with that rifle are priceless. It caused more arguments with hairy-backed Dutchmen than promoting the legend of Lord Kitchener. They hated it because it was a girl’s cartridge incapable of shooting anything bigger than a duiker, so I went out and gleefully proved them very wrong. Various bad things happened to that rifle, including me propping it up against the Hilux, forgetting about it and running over, thankfully on softish sandy ground. It also survived a fairly bad fire in a rondavel in Lesotho.
I would have loved to have been able to restore that rifle, oh well.
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