Hey Dogngun--
I've never fired one of these, but they have a very sentimental meaning in my family. My grandfather was an attorney and county judge for many years back when most attorneys were honorable and upright men. This was also long before WWII when the frontier spirit and attitude tended to pervade the culture in the south. The Savage .32 was his "carry gun" back when his mother's "carry gun" was an old nickel plated top break Iver Johnson .32 revolver that now rests in my safe. The older members of my family used to tell how my grandfather would always carry his pistol to "politcal meetings" and whenever he would get threatened which was fairly frequently. The businessmen of our little town used to use the stable behind their offices as their privy, since there were no public restrooms in those days. An uncle used to tell how my grandfather, being about taking a dump in the old stable, let his little Savage slip out of his pocket and land in such a way as to disengage the safety (on a loaded chamber). He carefully retrieved the now spoiled little weapon and re-engaged the safety vowing never again to be so careless. Someone stole that pistol out of his office one day, but I've always imagined I would find one at a gun show or somewhere and buy it. Believe it or not I've never seen one at all with all my looking and experimenting. Hope I haven't bored you with this little tale. Congratulations and enjoy your purchase!
--Ray
I've never fired one of these, but they have a very sentimental meaning in my family. My grandfather was an attorney and county judge for many years back when most attorneys were honorable and upright men. This was also long before WWII when the frontier spirit and attitude tended to pervade the culture in the south. The Savage .32 was his "carry gun" back when his mother's "carry gun" was an old nickel plated top break Iver Johnson .32 revolver that now rests in my safe. The older members of my family used to tell how my grandfather would always carry his pistol to "politcal meetings" and whenever he would get threatened which was fairly frequently. The businessmen of our little town used to use the stable behind their offices as their privy, since there were no public restrooms in those days. An uncle used to tell how my grandfather, being about taking a dump in the old stable, let his little Savage slip out of his pocket and land in such a way as to disengage the safety (on a loaded chamber). He carefully retrieved the now spoiled little weapon and re-engaged the safety vowing never again to be so careless. Someone stole that pistol out of his office one day, but I've always imagined I would find one at a gun show or somewhere and buy it. Believe it or not I've never seen one at all with all my looking and experimenting. Hope I haven't bored you with this little tale. Congratulations and enjoy your purchase!
--Ray
