rfberan said:
Honestly I don?t know. Been at the club for a number of years but I?ve not found any info on it. Just it is a big gun. Wish I knew the story behind it. You would think it got dumped to avoid getting busted?
well, I can't tell dimensions from the picture - but if that is a large fireplace - and the relative size of the breach end of the barrel to the hammer - I m guessing it was a punt gun
and from tales told - yes many were dumped over board to prevent arrests - some later recovered - and I would guess some were not, especially after the new restrictions were in effect for a while and getting caught with one became more serious - if you haven't read The Outlaw Gunner by Joe Walsh, there is some great history in there.
if you don't mind saying - where is the club and how long has it been there -
totally aside - but old duck gun related is a funny story from the family of a long departed duck hunter I once knew and hunted with - from a long line of duck hunters
the tale is
one day while my friend was at his office, his teenage son decided to go get a duck dinner to surprise his parents for some special occasion -
they lived on a lake near the mouth of the outlet river. the son, hunting alone did not want to try the big wood and canvas 18' old town canoe by himself, so he carried the little 12' solo canoe to the lake shore, took the dog and his Dad's pride and joy Winchester Model 12 Heavy Duck for the trip down the river.. Soon he was set up and a a mallard was on it's way into the decoys
the mighty hunter swung the big gun and dropped the bird. and then things went south - the bird hit the water and the dog jumped out of the canoe to get it - only, a 12 footer solo is not an 18' heavyweight , and as the dog went one way, the canoe with the young hunter and dad's gun went the other. I have hunted that area and you cannot stand in the soft bottom, the silt goes on forever. The son grabs the canoe, swims to the bank, pours out the water, he and the dog and the duck get in - leaving the decoys to mark the spot and paddles home just shy of planing speed. He calls his uncle in a panic to ask what can they do. His uncle calls a friend who happens to be a SCUBA diver and they hurry back to the spot and in short order the gun is retrieved -
fast forward to the end of the day, my friend and his wife arrive home to find a wet dog at the door, a dead duck on the counter - and number one son on the floor trying to clean, dry and oil the inner working of a classic pump shotgun.
All's well that ends well I guess, my friend told me the story the next day with a laugh.