Meet the new house gun: a U.S.Carbine, Caliber .30, M1.
I bought this one back in 2001-ish, and very unwisely traded it off two years later. Thankfully, the friend and gentleman who benefited from the trade was not afflicted with the kind of insane guntrade-itis that had afflicted me at the time, and he held on to it until now. It’s back in the stable now, filling the semi-auto centerfire rifle slot in my golf bag of guns.
It’s a genuine GI model, without re-import marks. It has a Quality Hardware receiver and Rock-Ola barrel, and was made in 1943. It’s a terrifically fun shooter, with great iron sights and low recoil, and so quick to point and handle that you wouldn’t give up too much against an AR or AK inside of a hundred yards. Our property is quite wooded, and the longest shot I can take around here is maybe 125 yards. At that range, the .30 Carbine is sufficient for anything sneaking around the woods here save black bear.
Now I’m only lacking a good shotgun to have every slot in the aforementioned golf bag of guns filled. And it just so happens that I came across a nice used Remington Model 11 at the local gunshop. It was on the wall for less than $200, which is a screaming deal for a semi-auto ‘gauge of that vintage and pedigree, and I quickly put it on layaway for myself as a Christmas present.
Come to think of it, that Model 11 from circa Wold War One will look nice in the rack next to the little War Baby. Blued steel and wood, and not a MIM or plastic part between them.