Pepe Ray
01-30-2012, 02:13 AM
Mystique of the 475 Linebaugh
Some would call it an affliction, some an infection, I call it an affection; although for a piece such as this I stand mystified.
I was first exposed in April of ’86 when Ross Seyfried introduced us to Linebaugh’s work with the 45 Colt. Then in Dec. ’89 Seyfried took a .475 to Australia to drop a Buff. The fever continued to work on me.
As I look back I realize that the wonderful woman I called wife would have helped me to find a place in the budget to add it to the family. But, as a product of the depression, neither of us would bend to my wants.
It wasn’t till 1995 that my son stumbled, at a gun show, on a guy who needed money to pay some college tuition bills. He was sacrificing a gorgeous Linebaugh/Ruger .475, 5 ˝”. With all the loading equipment and some ammo. The stars must have been aligned. I had to get the cash but, I brought it all home. Over the next few years we shot up the ammo. I strutted my stuff at work and with friends and put it in the safe. I messed around with building some fun loads but life got in the way and “she” was a safe queen.
Now, life, again, dictates my moves. I’m too old to enjoy the elation of shooting the behemouth. I’ve pretty much given up hope of ever lucking onto a Maine moose hunt permit, and if I did I’d have to use a rifle.
So, she’s going on the block.
Look for my post in the FS/forum. Soon I’ll decide what I need and how it will happen.
Pepe Ray
Some would call it an affliction, some an infection, I call it an affection; although for a piece such as this I stand mystified.
I was first exposed in April of ’86 when Ross Seyfried introduced us to Linebaugh’s work with the 45 Colt. Then in Dec. ’89 Seyfried took a .475 to Australia to drop a Buff. The fever continued to work on me.
As I look back I realize that the wonderful woman I called wife would have helped me to find a place in the budget to add it to the family. But, as a product of the depression, neither of us would bend to my wants.
It wasn’t till 1995 that my son stumbled, at a gun show, on a guy who needed money to pay some college tuition bills. He was sacrificing a gorgeous Linebaugh/Ruger .475, 5 ˝”. With all the loading equipment and some ammo. The stars must have been aligned. I had to get the cash but, I brought it all home. Over the next few years we shot up the ammo. I strutted my stuff at work and with friends and put it in the safe. I messed around with building some fun loads but life got in the way and “she” was a safe queen.
Now, life, again, dictates my moves. I’m too old to enjoy the elation of shooting the behemouth. I’ve pretty much given up hope of ever lucking onto a Maine moose hunt permit, and if I did I’d have to use a rifle.
So, she’s going on the block.
Look for my post in the FS/forum. Soon I’ll decide what I need and how it will happen.
Pepe Ray