While it may not look like much, this handmade rifle was manufactured with loving attention by my father when I was just a little boy of 4 or 5 years. The stock appears to be walnut and I believe it was cut from a mattress support that came from my parents bed. A Thompson sub-machine gun was made for my brother that same day.
Chambered for the imaginary cartridge, the magazine capacity was infinate, being able to fire all day long without a required reloading, although it typically held 5, 10, or 15 rounds depending on how many bad guys were coming at the time.
This weapon was lost for many years until finally found behind an old refrigerator at my grandmothers house. Seeing this rifle brings back so many memories of the adventures my older brother and I had. Other kids may have had more authentic looking guns to play with, but mine is still here while theres most likely lay upon the trash head of time.
Thanks Dad, for bringing it home.
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