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This spring I purchased a 1st model Uberti Dragoon from a very nice gentleman member here. And I thought some of you folks might enjoy some pictures and stories from my time with the big horse pistol.
I have really gotten to know my Dragoon this summer while packing her around the ranch. Shooting regularly at all targets of opportunity has taught me what I can (and can't) accomplish with her.
In May I started practicing daily with the Dragoon at long range on my large steel bucket. The Bucket measures 28"x 22"x 32"
By taking a 6 o'clock hold on the bottom edge of the 32" tall target, I was able to land most balls at the top edge of the target...all the way back at 100 & 150 yards from the target.
My usual load is 40-50 grains of whatever black powder I have in the horn, behind a .457RB with SPG lube smeared over the ball.
This is the steel bucket with 12 shots in a row on it...6 shots from 100 yards, then moving back for 6 at 150 yards. (the big splats are from a buffalo rifle)
The factory sights hit very high and yes, my loading lever often falls down. I got used to the loading lever drop, but I eventually had to open up my rear sight hammer-notch with a Dremel cutting wheel.
This worked splendidly for lowering my point of impact. And the sight modification gave me many fun-filled days in the hayfield shooting ground squirrels! Good for practice, good for the field, very bad for the rodent!
When Montana big-game season arrived this fall, I found that I didn't want to leave my "good friend" at home. So I decided to spend my fall season carrying only the big Horse Pistol...fully prepared to embrace the limitations that she provided.
As the season drew ever closer to its' end,.. I started to reflect on all the memories that I had acquired from spending hours (and hours) hiking and setting with the big Colt.
Memories that would not have been made, had I chosen modern equipment...For surely, I would have harvested that big mess of antlers & meat that lay bedded a mere 400 yards away from me, all day long, on the 3rd day of season.
On an early afternoon, while setting in a small group of 4 trees, in the middle of an open field, my moment arrived. The Dragoon was going to get its' chance. The bout of buck-fever I experienced while holding the smooth grips made me feel like I was 12 years old again!
The buck passed by me at 20 yards... BOOM the smoke cleared as he bolted 30 yards and stopped frozen. I guess to take a last look at his world.
He fell just like a hard-back book cover closes after the last page has been read...
1848 Colt 1st model Dragoon
I have really gotten to know my Dragoon this summer while packing her around the ranch. Shooting regularly at all targets of opportunity has taught me what I can (and can't) accomplish with her.
In May I started practicing daily with the Dragoon at long range on my large steel bucket. The Bucket measures 28"x 22"x 32"
By taking a 6 o'clock hold on the bottom edge of the 32" tall target, I was able to land most balls at the top edge of the target...all the way back at 100 & 150 yards from the target.
My usual load is 40-50 grains of whatever black powder I have in the horn, behind a .457RB with SPG lube smeared over the ball.
This is the steel bucket with 12 shots in a row on it...6 shots from 100 yards, then moving back for 6 at 150 yards. (the big splats are from a buffalo rifle)
The factory sights hit very high and yes, my loading lever often falls down. I got used to the loading lever drop, but I eventually had to open up my rear sight hammer-notch with a Dremel cutting wheel.
This worked splendidly for lowering my point of impact. And the sight modification gave me many fun-filled days in the hayfield shooting ground squirrels! Good for practice, good for the field, very bad for the rodent!
When Montana big-game season arrived this fall, I found that I didn't want to leave my "good friend" at home. So I decided to spend my fall season carrying only the big Horse Pistol...fully prepared to embrace the limitations that she provided.
As the season drew ever closer to its' end,.. I started to reflect on all the memories that I had acquired from spending hours (and hours) hiking and setting with the big Colt.
Memories that would not have been made, had I chosen modern equipment...For surely, I would have harvested that big mess of antlers & meat that lay bedded a mere 400 yards away from me, all day long, on the 3rd day of season.
On an early afternoon, while setting in a small group of 4 trees, in the middle of an open field, my moment arrived. The Dragoon was going to get its' chance. The bout of buck-fever I experienced while holding the smooth grips made me feel like I was 12 years old again!
The buck passed by me at 20 yards... BOOM the smoke cleared as he bolted 30 yards and stopped frozen. I guess to take a last look at his world.
He fell just like a hard-back book cover closes after the last page has been read...
1848 Colt 1st model Dragoon