16 April 2008, 08:21
Hammerdown-7Hello Tvfinak
You raise several good points here. I have
Heard of one other Gun Like Your's having a
spring steel trigger guard but all the Other
one's I have seen are made out of Pot Metal
that appears to be aluminum, but it is not.
Utica, New York is the Oldest address that
these would have originated from and they
started making them in
1938 One Year
after releasing the Original shotgun model
220's. I am Not Familiar with their Date codes
but want to remember they started them as you
suspect in
the late 1940's so perhaps
yours is an Early Post-War rifle. Mine has no
date code and if you Look close at the Barrel
of mine close to the receiver it has a slight
Beveled edge not seen on my Later 219 in 30-
30. the case Colors on my Pre-War 219 as very
nice for the age of it. The More they get
handled the less case colors we see. I suspect
my .22 Hornet was shot very Little because it
shows to be so nice and even the bluing looks
like the day it left Savage , Being very Black
and shinny and my later one has a Mild lighter
Black style bluing not so rich or shinny
compared to my Pre-War example. The deer pictures of my Grandfather were taken in
Upstate New York where he lived in Rochester
. He worked for The Eastman Kodak Company
all his life and the house in the Pictures was
taken at House He rented from Kodak while he
worked there and was Located on Eastman Avenue
right across from the main Kodak complex. The
Houses are all gone now and it is a Huge
parking lot. That deer was shot Once through
the Heart where my Grandfather hunted 60 Miles
south east of Rochester in a small town called
Naples, New York. He Loved to hunt down
there and took my father Later in life with
him to Hunt deer there as well on his friends
land. It was Killed on Opening Morning, and was
so big My grandfather could not drag it out of
the woods alone. He covered it up with Leaves
so no one else would take his prize Buck and
Hoofed it to the farm house and returned with
his farmer friend and a team of Plow Horses to
drag it out. They were met in the same Patch of
woods where he shot it and covered it up with
leaves by three Deer Poachers. The Poachers
claimed they had shot that Deer and were taking
it. The Farmer friend Headed for the main road
and as Luck would have it, The Game Warden was
just driving by as all this erupted. The Game
warden Knew the Poachers well as did the Farmer
so he asked if they could prove whether or not
they had actually shot it ? My Grandfather
stood by Quietly as these Three Guys Lied
through their Teeth and said they had dropped
the deer. The Game warden Looked at my
Grandfather and asked if he could Prove he had
Bagged it ? My grandfather told him he sure
could prove it, Then Opened the Buck's mouth
and withdrew his Hunting Tag that was all
filled out and signed by him. He was clever
enough to know if he had left the Hunting Tag
on the bucks Ear, a Poacher would just toss it
aside and claim the deer, But these Three
Fool's did not plan on my grandfather being so
sharp, as they Called his type City Guys back
then. All three were arrested and Taken to
Jail for Lying to The Game warden. later they
Paid Heavy fines for Poaching and for trying
to steal my grandfather's Prize Buck and all
three Lost their privilege to hunt for Five
years. My grandfather was a simple man, with
very Little Extra money so he took the Bucks
head & Cape and gave it to a Prominent attorney
in the City of Rochester and by the time I had
heard of this story and tried to ask him the
attorney's name, many years had Passed and he
had forgotten who he gave it to. I would have
paid a premium for that bucks Head to hang on
my wall. It was weighed that day at the local
Agway feed store in the town of Naples. Many
years later I was discussing this with the
pervious Owner of that Agway who was then 90
Years old, and it was him that weighed the
buck for my grandfather that day. Surprisingly
He even remembered the deer's wight of
265
Pounds Gutted. He went on to tell me it
was The Largest Deer ever taken in that town
and he had never seen one larger Taken since,
and he had been a Local Deer hunter in that
Town since they Officially Opened the Season
One Year before my Grandfather Killed the Buck
shown which was
1939. My grandfather
was a slender man never weighing more than 130
Pounds like in the Picture, but if you look
close at the bucks wide Rack span I would say
this may have been big enough to take the New
York State Big buck club or Perhaps the Boone
and Crocket award. It has to have at least a
26" spread as my Grandfather waist was 32" and
it was much wider in it's beam than he was. My
Grandfather used to take his whole paycheck
from Kodak home to my Grandmother, and she in
turn would give him Just
Milk Money for work as he carried a sack lunch and walked
across the street to work daily. He saved his
Lunch Milk Money for almost a year to be able
to afford to send off for this model 220
shotgun without taking anything from his
paycheck. it meant a lot to him when he gave
it to me and I will never get rid of it because
of what it meant to him and myself after I
Had heard all the stories about it. Later in
life my Father Moved our Family to Naples, New
York to live where he Liked to hunt so much
when he was a Kid. I grew up there, Got married
and eventually my wife and I Owned the land and
what was left of the farm that my grandfather
Killed the Buck pictured on. That Buck hung In
The Gamble roof barn that was well over 125
years old, made out of Old Post & Beam
construction and as strong and straight as the
day the Neighbors all had a barn Raising party
for my Grandfather's friend well over 100 Years
ago. when I bought the property and you could
almost feel him in that Barn at times as I
Climbed on my Old Farmall Super "A" Tractor
{Shown Below & Restored by me in my Old Barn} I
used to think about The Old days when they all
hunted my Farm property that had been mostly
sold off except the 31 Acres I bought almost
60 Years Later, and how Modern society had
ruined the flavor of the old Days that were so
simple and Pure to my relatives and Their
Friends back then. I Killed The Seven Point
Buck {shown below} But No where Near the size
of my Grandfather's Buck pictured above, on the
same farm land about 100 Yards from where my
Grandfather Killed his over a half Century
before me, and had it Mounted to remember all
the Family Hunts done on that farm. Back to
talking about Alaska, I Lived In Sterling in
1978, on The Moose River right behind a Chevron
Gas station which was Owned by a guy named
Roland. he also owned The Salmon Canning
Factory right behind it. The Post office for
Sterling, Alaska Back then was a Very tiny Log
Cabin and I want o remember it was not much
bigger than 12 Feet X 12 Feet with One Older
lady running it. I Hunted and fished a Little
up there and Once got a Plane ride up through
The turnagain pass and dropped On Kodiak Island
for a Grizzly bear Hunt.From what I remember
there was only The Chevron station, The Canning
Factory, a small Bar about 200 Yards north of
The Canning factory, and a bit further up the
road towards Anchorage a small Gun shop. The
Post Office was back on past the Chevron
station on the Left hand side after you
crossed the Moose river one or Two roads past
the river and down a bit on a dirt road. There
also was a small Fishing Lure & Bait place that
they also Rented small Row Boats from right on
the Moose river and in the spring I would go
down close to the river during break up and
Pull out all kinds of fishing Lures and sell
them off to the fishing place I think it was
called Laura's. I got Hired on at Marathon
after I fixed a flat tire on Vice President of
Marathon Oil's Lincoln Town Car Late one
evening after I closed the service station I
worked in at Kenai as a Mechanic and Tire
changer as I had a real Hard time getting new
tires back then as all the Products either were
flown in or brought by rail and trucked in
being very expensive. It was evident that this
guy Needed a tire and I gave him a decent one
to just get him on his way and me out of
there. He handed me a Business card and said
if he could ever help me, to let him know. I
looked at the card when I got home and decided
to call him to make sure he made it all right.
he was touched by my concern and I asked him if
he Meant what he had said about Helping me ?
He asked what I did and I said I was a
certified Welder but could not land a job
welding. he made an appointment for me the next
Day down at the shore welding shop if I
remember right, checked my welds with X-Ray,
saw I was Not Bluffing about being a good
welder and hired me one with Marathon Oil that
day. I worked for him almost a year when my
grandfather Passed away and I had to come home
for the Funeral. I never returned to Alaska but
it will always hold a special time in my life
that was so dear to me...Regards, Kurt