A Case for Restoration

A Case for Restoration | Shooting Sportsman Magazine
After first considering a patch to remedy the gap in the forend wood at the action knuckle (below), the author opted for an entire re-stock . . . and more.

 I will be the first to acknowledge that the restoration of a shotgun is often hard to justify. The calculus against restoration work on most guns is linear and logical, hinging on three essential truths:

Good restoration work is costly and rarely will be recouped in a subsequent sale of the restored gun.

• Aesthetic whims rather than structural or functional issues often drive the desire for a restoration. 

• In many cases restoration actually devalues a gun by destroying the original finish/wood/engraving and so on, even though said features may have been degraded with use and time.

For better and worse, I was never much good at calculus. I prefer to get lost in the poetry, and my faith in grand gestures is strong. Which is why, more than five years ago, I followed my illogical heart down the winding path toward restoration. Despite the time and expense, I like to think I came out ahead.

After first considering a patch to remedy the gap in the forend wood at the action knuckle, the author opted for an entire re-stock . . . and more.

The saga began in 2014, when my good friend, guide Joseph Peterson, sold me a lovingly used 12-bore Army & Navy “screw-grip” sidelock. The word “sold” takes something from the grace of the gesture. “You need a pretty British gun to carry in your travels,” Joseph had said in a note, referencing the gun that he’d shown me the year before—the one he was thinking of selling, and the one I’d been coveting ever since. “Take as long as you need to pay for it . . . . It’ll make a great grouse gun, though it could use a bit of work.” 

When the gun arrived, I took it to my local gunsmith, reasoning that a hundred-year-old gun deserves a thorough once-over. Though the gun had been shot by Joseph, it underwent the standard checks due an old gun, all of which revealed a sound-if-brush-worn piece. Barrel walls retained sufficient thickness, bores were un-pitted, original 2½" chambers were unaltered, and the 118-oz Nitro London proof was intact. A century of use had left the gun patinaed, however, and my gunsmith pal was somewhat cynical about what might be hiding out of sight. “Look at this,” he said, turning the gun muzzles-up and removing the forend. Probing gently with a sharpened pencil, he outlined the exposed surface of the forend wood where it met the metal knuckle of the iron. As Joseph had indicated when he’d introduced me to the gun, the forend wood had retracted from the knuckle and decomposed a bit, leaving a small gap. The depth of the issue, though not an immediate impediment to function, was anyone’s guess. “We’ll want to see what’s under there,” my gunsmith pal said, replacing the forend and returning the gun to me. “You might very well have some metal problems to deal with. There’s some rust and light pitting on the outside of the barrels, all of which indicate exposure to a bit of moisture and neglect at some point; and wood can hide a lot. That said, it is tight on face. I’ll dig a little deeper when I get the time . . . .” 

In the ensuing weeks several gunsmith friends poked and prodded. Prior to selling the gun, Joseph had shared that he’d explored the idea of a wood patch to remedy the existing gap in the wood along the knuckle. Such a patch, executed well, would not be cheap, but it indeed would tidy up the gun visibly while allowing less space for future moisture and oil to enter the end grain of the forend wood. My gunsmith pals investigated enough to reveal some metal degradation under the wood on the iron that could be removed and in turn hidden under the patch in the due course of the repair. The cleanest solution would be a new piece of forend wood entirely, though a color and patina match would be challenging. As the new owner of the gun, the decision of how deep to dive was mine.

As I thought about the extent of the repairs, I leaned into the history of the gun. Joseph is a meticulous record keeper, and he sent me a small volume on the gun, including a copy of the original sales registers. The gun had been purchased originally in 1904 for £30 sterling from Army & Navy. It no doubt had seen a few generations of ownership in the UK before winding up on a rack at a Scottish retailer, whereupon it sold to a Canadian bird hunter named Don Wheatley, who intended it for one of his sons.

Don brought the gun home and sold it to Joseph in 2007. Joseph in turn shot the Army & Navy largely at roosters, noting at the time of purchase the retraction of the forend wood from the iron and an additional small patch near the Anson release button that likely was attributable to a period of prolonged moisture exposure. Joseph considered degrees of repair, as well, but in the end passed the gun along to me instead. 

I looked at that gun on the rack for several months and weighed my options. I found the lines increasingly beautiful the more I looked at it. Slowly and irrevocably, I felt myself deciding that the old Army & Navy was worthy of whatever attention that I could—or perhaps couldn’t—afford. I knew that a patch would not be cheap and that, even if accomplished well, it would be tough to match the existing wood. The idea of an entirely new piece of forend wood was posited to my gunsmith pals, who indicated that, were I to go that route, I might as well re-stock the gun entirely, which would be financially illogical. I looked at the gun for a month more, left calculus aside and let poetry and grand gestures take shape. So doing, I came to understand three essential truths about myself:

• I don’t have much legacy in my life, and I find it where I can. The gun had come from a hunter I liked and respected who had purchased it from a hunter he liked and respected. I sorely wanted to keep it for that reason alone.

• Aesthetic whims often drive the desire for a restoration even when the gun is fully functional as-is. I am decidedly motivated by aesthetics.

• A good gun honestly used and encompassing a century’s worth of days afield has a dignity all but lost in the modern era of mass production. To my mind, giving that gun a fresh breath of life and becoming the author of its next and yet unwritten chapter are the responsibilities and gifts of ownership.

And so it began. I leaned heavily on the good graces of my gunsmith friends, all of whom thought me crazy and felt that the gun, though lovely, was not quite worthy of the investment. I cut corners where I could, employing a stock blank I had on hand, for example, and welcomed the generosity of several patient craftsmen who donated extra time to the cause. I also found—over a period of years—that restoration is a slippery slope: A thorough re-stocking and filing of the degraded forend metal begat removal of the barrel rust and pitting, which in turn begat a re-black. In the process of removing some superficial pitting from the barrels and re-blacking, the barrel engraving became less crisp, thus needing to be re-chased.And a fresh stock and forend, impeccably finished and checkered, offset by a richly blacked set of barrels could not be disgraced by a couple of buggered action screws. Replacements were turned and threaded and engraved to match, and the action was lightly polished. An oval bearing my initials tidied the deal.

Double guns exude a timeless quality that is sorely missing in our modern world.

I now have a gun that reminds me of my friend Joseph, a man I like and respect. I have a gun that showcases the work of craftsmen a hundred years dead and others very much alive as well as the lineage of owners and days afield that twists back through history, traversing continents. I have a gun that compels me to think a bit on value, and meaning, and tools that become art—and vice versa. And I have a pretty gun to shoot along my travels, as my friend at one time had hoped.

The decision to restore is not a linear one. Double guns exude a timeless quality that is sorely missing in our modern world. The zenith of the gunmaker’s art was realized more than a century ago, and exquisite guns, such as my Army & Navy, have been crafted, used and cherished ever since. Despite the endurance of fine double guns, however, individual examples fall victim to the very whims of time that afford them provenance and value. Guns, even those built to an exacting standard, come loose, fall prey to moisture or too much oil, and accumulate the scars and blemishes that distinguish their owners too. A hundred years of honest use will show in a gun, sometimes in a lustrous patina and sometimes in blemishes that are hard-won, that tell a story all their own but that also may demand some attention. Guns are built to serve us in and out of the field; in a sense they become canvases for our own experiences, and we in turn have the privilege less of ownership and more of stewardship, and that is worth consideration. At times, as gun owners, we are called upon to consider that history lives on beneath a re-black and a polish and that a new stock and forend simply are waiting for the dings and scratches that we and those who follow will impart. At some chapter in that progression a gun deserves our investment even when the return on such is non-linear, perhaps even ill advised. But what a fine and beautiful gun can mean to us should not be quantified in dollars and cents. Price tags, I’ve found, don’t stick all that well to sentiments.  

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  • Reid,
    Thank you for sharing this wonderful story of restoration. It’s a very cathartic process and in some ways very noble. It sounds like you paid a lot to do this work, so reach out if you need good quality work at more reasonable pricing. I know many who restore old doubles, especially Ithaca’s, AH Foxes, Parker’s, Lefever’s and LC Smith’s, just out of appreciation for the original craftsmanship, which usually allows the guns to continue to be used.
    Best regards,
    – Doug (Anglingdad)

  • I’ve never had a fine double gun restored, but I have spent a fair sum on some old guns to keep them shooting.

    I’ve always liked Winchester Model 12 guns. Trap guns in particular. I bought my first one in 1993 from a childhood friend while visiting in southeastern Ohio where I grew up. It was a nice gun. My friend said he’d walked around the Grand American for a week until he found it and if I wanted it, I was mine.

    I learned to shoot trap with that gun and did quite well with it. Eventually, it needed some work so off to Nu-line Guns it went.

    A few years later, I noticed a crack developing right through the stock at the wrist. Through the bolt hole. I replaced the wood with a new stock set from Wenig.

    But I kept the wood off of the gun. It was extra fancy and I knew one day, I’d do something with it. It wasn’t the original wood, but it was really nice, probably a Fajen set if I were to guess. One day, a fellow out at the Martinez Gun Club was asking if I knew of anyone that had an original set of Winchester wood for a Model 12. I told him I had a stock and forend and would bring it out in the next few weeks. Well about a year went by and I ran into the guy again. He did not remember our original conversation, but I showed him what I had and he got really upset and irate stating, “That’s not original wood!” I said while it was not original wood it was a really nice wood set. He wanted an original stock for his pigeon grade gun which had been cut down to a LOP of 13 inches. Ed Aubert was standing a few steps away and I informed the fellow that Ed could add a piece of walnut on the back end and you could not be able to tell the difference. He was really upset by now and stormed off before I could tell him I was going to give him the stock and forend.

    So now I’ve been hauling this stock and forend around for quite awhile. I walked over to see my friend, Jim Elam, who always had a table of Model 12 guns out for sale and gave it to him. I said if he could fix the crack, put the wood set on another gun, and make a dollar or two, all good for him.

    A few months later, I saw Jim up at Sonoma County, California. He had an old Model 12 gun with a 32”, full choked, nickel steel barrel with a raised matted rib. The gun looked really rough, the forend was loose and it looked like it had been carried around in the trunk of a car for years, as most of the blue was gone and the checkering was flat. But the full-choked, nickel steel barrel with the raised matted rib was in good shape and the barrel bore was spotless, so I bought it off him for a few hundred dollars. I took it home, cleaned it up as best as I could with some Simple Green, and started shooting it at our regular monthly club shoot. The gun shot really well. I measured the stock and although the stock did have some drop to it, it was not a field gun. A few months later, I shot 50 straight in a handicap event on a day that mattered and the rest is Martinez Gun Club history.

    About a month later, I was shooting the gun in practice and the forend came apart. Time had taken its toll on the fine threads on the action slide and about half of them were gone. I sent the gun off to Stu Wright for repair and restoration. About six months later they sent me back the gun looking like it did when it left the factory in 1927. It is a beautiful firearm. Some would say that I’d destroyed the collector value of the gun, but if they’d seen it when I bought it, I think they might have done the same.

    As it turns out, the gun was a “Tournament” gun, and that explains the field-looking stock with the odd dimensions. I know I’m lucky it fits me as well as it does.

    I did not shoot it very much last year, maybe 400 rounds. I don’t shoot that many 100 target events anymore. Maybe I’ve become a recoil sissy, but our weekly trap league is a weekly 50 target event and I think it’ll make an appearance this spring.

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