The first 3-screw that led to my addiction
Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2023 9:49 pm
Although I've owned Rugers for many years I had never had the pleasure of owning a 3-screw. Then about 14 months ago while on lunch break one day I stopped at a LGS to look around and they just happened to have this .45 Colt on consignment in the cabinet. Already owning a New Model Bisley .45, I wasn't particularly looking for another Blackhawk but a guy's gotta take a look, right? As I picked it up the thought went through my mind, "Hmmm, for $450 that's really not a bad deal. Not that I need it..." It had the transfer bar conversion, but it was still a good deal (at least in our area of the country). Then, showing an unexpected and unusual amount of self-control I pushed it back across the counter and told them, "It's nice, but I better not." It felt good to do the responsible thing. Sort of.
Eight blocks up the road while headed back to work I slapped myself (and am pretty sure audible, verbally-abusive behavior was included) and the next thing you know my truck was back at the LGS. Figured if the consignor would agree to take any less it was a sign from God that buying it was the right thing to do. Well, they made the phone call and the seller agreed to drop the price a little, so now I was obligated to keep my word. It was only the honest thing to do, after all.
Further confirmation that buying it had been the right thing to do came after the paperwork was done. Running the serial number revealed that it was a 1972 model--my birth year! Then after doing a little research I discovered that the Old Model was only made in .45 Colt for a few short years and the 4 5/8" barrel accounted for relatively few of those made. How about that?!
And that, my friends, is what started this downward spiral.

Eight blocks up the road while headed back to work I slapped myself (and am pretty sure audible, verbally-abusive behavior was included) and the next thing you know my truck was back at the LGS. Figured if the consignor would agree to take any less it was a sign from God that buying it was the right thing to do. Well, they made the phone call and the seller agreed to drop the price a little, so now I was obligated to keep my word. It was only the honest thing to do, after all.
Further confirmation that buying it had been the right thing to do came after the paperwork was done. Running the serial number revealed that it was a 1972 model--my birth year! Then after doing a little research I discovered that the Old Model was only made in .45 Colt for a few short years and the 4 5/8" barrel accounted for relatively few of those made. How about that?!
And that, my friends, is what started this downward spiral.
