As a kid growing up in SoCal son of a WWII USN South Pacific vet in a neighborhood where it seemed like everybody came out of the war and instead of going back home bought a cheap home in California, land of milk and honey. Lots of jobs, cheap VA housing, sunshine, beaches and orange trees. My four best friends Fathers moved from Indiana, Ohio, MI the industrial Midwest. All were machinists or tradesmen of similar skills. Like at home they loved to bowl, played 8-Ball or Snooker, lots of weekly card games, smoked cigarettes with no filters and Pabts Blue Ribbon was the only beer.  

Frank Snow was my neighbor and he was starting up Sierra Bullets in a Quonset hut at the time in Whittier, CA. In his shop was a beater Win 94 hanging on the wall. I asked him the story and he claimed it would group 1” or a bit less at 100 yards and would never part with it. There were four or five targets nailed up next to it. Lots of people called BS on him but the story was two of the targets were shot before some of his crew. How and why this old gun could shoot like this boggled the minds of many. I’ve had two old 94’s and one Marlin and 3.5” was best I ever shot. His rifle was a freak. 

Rick