My old man was an incredibly cheap man, but worked harder than any person I ever knew. He was a cop for 29 years. When the department allowed the carry of auto's, he splurged and bought a Satin Colt Officers model. 3 kids, crap pay and two of us needed new ball gloves. The guy sold his Colt and bought this Star PD 45. When he medically retired, the cancer took him quick. Not before he ordered me to pass this on when my time came. I still have the 7 rounds he carried for the last days of his career. As you can see, they don't match lol. He thought the grips were too tacky for his hands, so he broke out the 150 grit and made them smooth....while still on the gun. He was that way. It's a tool and he treated it as such.
I think I valued this once as a joke and found it's worth more to a crack head on the street than a legitimate dealer lol. I've put maybe 1000 rounds through it over the years while he had it and after I inherited it. I can't recall a single issue other than it bites like a rabid dog. My dad shot this 5 or 6 times a year and estimated around 5k along with my 1k. It sure looks like it.
The holster and spare mag, never made it to me. Never sure if he had the original box or not.
The late 70's early 80's were a wild times for Law Enforcement and he had some stories. I can't begin to imagine how many ears and eye sockets this has been jabbed in. I do remember a boating trip that ended up with a sinking boat and this floating away in an orange boat box along with keys to the truck. Those things really do float!
Other than memories, wisdom and instinct, this is the only thing I have left of my old mans.
I think I valued this once as a joke and found it's worth more to a crack head on the street than a legitimate dealer lol. I've put maybe 1000 rounds through it over the years while he had it and after I inherited it. I can't recall a single issue other than it bites like a rabid dog. My dad shot this 5 or 6 times a year and estimated around 5k along with my 1k. It sure looks like it.
The holster and spare mag, never made it to me. Never sure if he had the original box or not.
The late 70's early 80's were a wild times for Law Enforcement and he had some stories. I can't begin to imagine how many ears and eye sockets this has been jabbed in. I do remember a boating trip that ended up with a sinking boat and this floating away in an orange boat box along with keys to the truck. Those things really do float!
Other than memories, wisdom and instinct, this is the only thing I have left of my old mans.
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