At some point in his younger years, Dad fabricated this gun. My brother, Mike and I called it the ‘pirate pistol’.
Among many other skills, Dad was a master machinist. He had a gunsmith shop when we lived in Wenatchee, and made several shotguns and rifles for himself and his children. We thought the pirate pistol had been lost, until I unearthed it from the jumble in one of Dad’s disheveled closets last month.