He told me on a couple of occaisions that many mornings he would go down to his boat early in the morning an would wipe the frost off of it before he went out to thin out the local beaver population. Blue worn, some speckles of old rust on some of the metal work, varnish just about all gone. The stock was cracked at the wrist and a glob of dried glue still clung to the wrist where he repaired it. Marks Mod 70 was a real Montana classic.pre war. Along with war surplus powder, his reloading was fairly inexpensive. Mark told me once that he would buy 1000. My Dads friend lived real close to the land and was a bonafide gun-nut, shooter, and hunter. My Dad, who was born in 1928, had a school friend who lived right on the Cree Crossing of the Milk River.
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