Had to take a break for our online church service as icy roads kept us home this morning. Anyway back to the story.
After Sheri and I got back in the house Jack introduced us to his wife Eleanor and we visited for a while at which point he said "well we better do the tour" and led us upstairs. First he showed us a bedroom with a tiger skin on the floor and said "nothing dresses up's bedroom like a tiger skin". Then we went into his office/study. He had a standup gun rack along one wall and I was surprised at how few guns were there, however, quality made up for lack of quantity. We looked at and handled several Biesen stocked Model 70's that were amazing. Classic and understated, but perfect borderless checking, with skeleton grip caps and butt plates and wonderful figure in the wood. He also had 2 model 21 Winchester shotguns in the rack, again both custom stocked by Al Biesen. I was a big fan of 21's and actually had one at that time (owned numerous others through the years). Anyway I knew a gun dealer in southern Iowa by the name of Russell Scheckler who was a big 21 fan and had a collection of 70 Model 21 Winchesters of all grades. I mentioned this to Jack thinking it would impress him. His response, "that guy doesn't have much imagination".....there was never a question about what O'Connor thought! He had just returned from a Stone Sheep hunt in BC and we looked at all the hunt pictures from that trip that I would later see in the article about the trip in Outdoor Life. After more visiting (it would take too many words to cover the whole conversation), he took us downstairs and out to his trophy room. His trophy room was actually a separate building beside his house where you would normally find a detached garage. When we got in the trophy room he offered and poured us drinks of B&B and we looked at and heard stories about the numerous sheep and other heads and pictures on the walls. It was particularly interesting in that I had seen many those heads in the stories he had written. After a lengthy tour Jack said "boys and girls, it's time to call it a day" I thanked him for his hospitality, we said our goodbyes and went on our way. I was literally in a daze. It is still one of the memorable days of my life even though along with our marriage it will be 54 years ago next August.
I never had the opportunity to meet Elmer Keith. I saw him at an NRA convention in Kansas City in the late 1970's, but he was engaged in conversation with other people and the chance to say hello never materialized.
Anyway in brief, that's the story.
After Sheri and I got back in the house Jack introduced us to his wife Eleanor and we visited for a while at which point he said "well we better do the tour" and led us upstairs. First he showed us a bedroom with a tiger skin on the floor and said "nothing dresses up's bedroom like a tiger skin". Then we went into his office/study. He had a standup gun rack along one wall and I was surprised at how few guns were there, however, quality made up for lack of quantity. We looked at and handled several Biesen stocked Model 70's that were amazing. Classic and understated, but perfect borderless checking, with skeleton grip caps and butt plates and wonderful figure in the wood. He also had 2 model 21 Winchester shotguns in the rack, again both custom stocked by Al Biesen. I was a big fan of 21's and actually had one at that time (owned numerous others through the years). Anyway I knew a gun dealer in southern Iowa by the name of Russell Scheckler who was a big 21 fan and had a collection of 70 Model 21 Winchesters of all grades. I mentioned this to Jack thinking it would impress him. His response, "that guy doesn't have much imagination".....there was never a question about what O'Connor thought! He had just returned from a Stone Sheep hunt in BC and we looked at all the hunt pictures from that trip that I would later see in the article about the trip in Outdoor Life. After more visiting (it would take too many words to cover the whole conversation), he took us downstairs and out to his trophy room. His trophy room was actually a separate building beside his house where you would normally find a detached garage. When we got in the trophy room he offered and poured us drinks of B&B and we looked at and heard stories about the numerous sheep and other heads and pictures on the walls. It was particularly interesting in that I had seen many those heads in the stories he had written. After a lengthy tour Jack said "boys and girls, it's time to call it a day" I thanked him for his hospitality, we said our goodbyes and went on our way. I was literally in a daze. It is still one of the memorable days of my life even though along with our marriage it will be 54 years ago next August.
I never had the opportunity to meet Elmer Keith. I saw him at an NRA convention in Kansas City in the late 1970's, but he was engaged in conversation with other people and the chance to say hello never materialized.
Anyway in brief, that's the story.