Thread: W.J.JEFFERY - 303

A dream rifle, you lucky man!

One thing I have learned in the last few years is every imaginable dream rifle is well represented in NZ
They just aren't flashed around by the guys who own them
They can be found and they can be brought
They are kept for a long time so don't change hands often
They are usually the very last of a collection to be let go
It takes a long time and a lot of phone calls to find them and convince their current owner that you are a worthy successor to own them

Absolutely anything you can imagine is here somewhere and you just need to find it
If it takes a while it tastes sweeter when you do own it and it gives you plenty of time to save the dollars you will need

Any chance of a few close ups of the thing?

Sure

Holy shit @Lucky - that last picture is just sublime.

Haha , yeah got the light right on that pic

Lucky by name Lucky by nature!

So how would I get you to part with that beauty?

Originally Posted by SmokeyJason

So how would I get you to part with that beauty?

You would have some competition!

Right click that last photo and open it in a new tab. Then you can really zoom in and see the details - the attention to detail is just on point, literally.

That's just lovely.

A couple of questions - if you don't mind.

What does it weigh?

How does your hand fit on the grip when the tang sight is folded down and you are using the express sights?

Have not weighed it sorry, my guess in the region of 7.5 pds , with aperture in down position it is clear of the thumb , not by alot though

Originally Posted by Lucky

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absolutelybloody magic- Idrowned me beer drooling over it!!

Originally Posted by Lucky

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wow that's more than just a tool in the tool box . i'm not the kind of person to go weak at the knees
over a rifle , it's more about craftmanship and function for me , but that is sublime .

Akaroa's right - it's quite astonishing what's in this country

I had a nice lightweight Rigby .275 (7x57) I couldn't resist taking into the Urewera'a and I went over a bank with that thing and watched it clatter on the rocks - gave it some history that day. I never took it out again and eventually had it 'massaged' away from me by someone who never relented.
Change your name, address, wife and deny you own that thing ............. eyes will have already glazed over with lust