"Archaeologists traversing the Great Basin National Park in Nevada came across an interesting find: a 132-year-old Winchester Model 1873 repeating rifle.
The Facebook page for Great Basin National Park said in a post last week that researchers found the rifle, known as “the gun that won the West,” leaning up against a tree.
“The 132 year-old rifle, exposed to sun, wind, snow, and rain was found leaning against a tree in the park. The cracked wood stock, weathered to grey, and the brown rusted barrel blended into the colors of the old juniper tree in a remote rocky outcrop, keeping the rifle hidden for many years,” Great Basin National Park said in a statement.
The website said that “Model 1873” was distinctively engraved on the weapon and that the serial number corresponds with Winchester records held at the Center for the West, Cody Firearms Museum in Cody, Wyoming, with a manufacture and shipping date of 1882...
Staffers for the national park are looking into old newspaper records in order to answer the questions: “Who left the rifle? When and why it was leaned against the tree? And, why was it never retrieved?”
“The 132 year-old rifle, exposed to sun, wind, snow, and rain was found leaning against a tree in the park.
Staffers for the national park are looking into old newspaper records in order to answer the questions: “Who left the rifle? When and why it was leaned against the tree? And, why was it never retrieved?”
I think the tree might hold some key clues. How old was the tree it was leaning against?
** Rich Lowry, Nov 30, 2014 on “Meet the Press” Sunday, National Review editor
Stop trying to make the Ferguson protests something they weren’t. And, just as importantly, stop trying to make Michael Brown, the man shot to death during a fight with police Office Darren Wilson in August, something he wasn’t.
“If you look at the most credible evidence, the lessons are really basic ... don’t rob a convenience store. Don’t fight with a policeman when he stops you and try to take his gun. And when he yells at you to stop, just stop.”
For some reason I find stories like this to be fascinating. They make me wonder about what went on, day after day, for so many years without anyone around to observe, nor interfere.
What were the effects of the elements? How many days and nights was there just tranquil conditions? How often was a wind pressing at it to possibly dislodge it from its resting place?
Was its location against the tree on the leeward or windward side? Was that small branch to the right often called into service to steady its rest??
How often was in covered and frozen solid in place in snow and ice? Did the freezing and melting serve to move it slightly over time? Did another force move it back into place again? Or was it relatively stationary for all of these years??
Did random drops of rain ever fall down into the barrel? Was it ever flooded over?? or was it angled such that hardly a drop ever found its way into the barrel?
How many animals had encountered it over time? How many birds may have perched on it for a rest?
Did a snake ever slither up the rifle on the way into the tree??
Did any human encounter it early on after its placement? Someone that saw it as a temporary resting place for a human that was expected to return soon to retrieve it?? Or did human eyes never set upon it until its recent discovery??
So many questions, I could ponder this for hours.....