On the civilian side, one of the Julia folks hauled out a 3-gauge shotgun, a monstrous side-by-side which I took to be over 5 feet long and 50 pounds. I thought it was a punt gun, but more likely it’s an early kiln gun. These colossal scatterguns were used in steel mills to blast slag out of kilns after they had cooled. You stuck the muzzles through a port in the kiln and touched off a humongous charge of No. 12 shot, and presto, no more slag. Kiln guns are still made, although in 8-gauge, and they look nothing like conventional firearms.
There was an early 1970s S&W Model 29, 6-inch barrel, very dark grips, forged frame and all forged internal organs, absolutely pristine, that set my salivary glands into warp drive. There was a Browning High-Power Medallion Grade .375 H&H, I believe the first one I had seen since the 1960s, that was mint—absolutely perfect, as though it had just come out of the factory box, which maybe was the case. I had forgotten just what a beautiful job Browning did with these rifles.