...once upon a time...
....long ago and far away, the Territory of Alaska would give you a title deed to a sizable chunk of land if you simply claimed it and lived on it for 5 years. That's what my folks did and it's how the Woodsman came into my family. I still have the original box and instructions along with the factory target signed by the inspector at the factory. Imagine that: They wouldn't allow it to leave the factory until they were sure they would be proud of it! After all, Colt was competing with Smith and Wesson for your dollars; and I heard that during the 50's, S & W would not allow one of their K-.22 revolvers out of the building if it wouldn't group into an inch-and-a-half at 25 yards. Ah, but those were RELICS of a by-gone age when America was a land of the free and a dwelling place of a brave and self-reliant people who were proud of their work. And when those people made something it had to be the best or they couldn't sleep at night.
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