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Post by Doc Barranti on Mar 21, 2020 9:25:52 GMT -5
For some of us who dont have acres in the backyard it may be a bit before we get out to do what we do. I am curious, with all the expertise and experience here what is the single most important thing you have learned in your years of shooting, reloading, aiming, everything and anything. Im new to this and having the time of my life. so far, the most important thing i have learned is to ask when i dont understand something.. i have learned so much just by admitting i have no clue and asking for help- one person in particular, fermin, has been so helpful to keep me headed on the right track. Thank you all, i hope to learn more from this The only important things in life are: FAITH, FAMILY, FRIENDS & FIREARMS all of which support our FREEDOM. What he said!!
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Post by Doc Barranti on Mar 6, 2020 9:00:36 GMT -5
Great shooting, Dick! Looks like we have a pretty handy field shooting aid here! Building a few and will have them added to the website shortly.....
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Post by Doc Barranti on Mar 3, 2020 14:41:54 GMT -5
Ol’ Sixshot had a good idea! He deserves more credit than he wants to accept! With that in mind, this new gadget gets the name of the Barranti Sixshot Sling. Looking just like Dick’s with the Barranti Bear Track (which I started using because of Dick, his Northwest Hunter Rig being the first rig to feature the bear track), these will sell for $80 plus shipping and will be added to the website shortly.
Unlike the old Keith Backrest Position where you squeeze your hands between your knees, this rest will let you get the B/C gap further out in front of you so your jeans will be spared from the blast. As a field shooting aid, this gadget looks to be pretty handy!
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Post by Doc Barranti on Dec 25, 2019 12:26:46 GMT -5
Merry Christmas!
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Post by Doc Barranti on Dec 24, 2019 9:52:47 GMT -5
Hi Folks!
Yep, I have a large backlog, no doubt about that. If you ordered from me, you will get your gear. My goal is to make sure that it is the best you own. I work everyday, early, late, weekends and holidays too. My clock doesn’t stop at 5pm, or for weekends. I will allow myself time in the evenings or on weekends to work on things like prototypes, in stock gunleather for my website, or on that rare occasion, something for myself.
This is my livelihood. It is because of customers like you that I have been able to make a living doing what I love, and I am grateful because I never get tired of going to work. I thank you all for that. I have some part time help, and beginning in January, will be adding a full time worker to the shop. I expect 2020 to bring great things to Barranti Leather, the greatest will be shorter wait times. Until then, if you are waiting, please hang in there!
As a self taught Shuckmaker and leather crafter, it has taken a lot of time and patience to get my gunleather to a level that some folks like to say is better than others, and I am still learning. I practice patience daily, whether it is waiting in line at a store or teaching someone in the shop. In an ‘Instant Gratification’ world, custom gunsmiths and custom holstermakers are probably a dying breed, but I am not dead yet.
Thank you all for your support, it is greatly appreciated!
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Post by Doc Barranti on Nov 8, 2019 17:42:55 GMT -5
Outstanding, Robb!
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Post by Doc Barranti on Sept 12, 2019 12:02:11 GMT -5
Fermin, you have to tell the story of that shirt! We had a great laugh!!
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Post by Doc Barranti on Jun 15, 2019 16:34:48 GMT -5
Good grab!!
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Post by Doc Barranti on May 19, 2019 12:20:25 GMT -5
He seemed like a good guy, just a case of mistaken identity. Obviously someone left a bad taste in his mouth.
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Post by Doc Barranti on May 19, 2019 11:59:34 GMT -5
The older I get, the more I understand the phrase “Life is too short”...it is far too short. Just a couple months ago, we lost our oldest brother unexpectedly, and 2 days after that another brother had open heart surgery. The surgery went fine but then his lungs weren’t functioning properly. He spent nearly a month in critical condition, part of that time in an induced coma so his body wouldn’t fight the breathing machine. After two months, he’s home now and getting better everyday. Good thing, because as the youngest of 10 siblings, I didn’t need a two-fer. As most of you know, being a Sixgunner is a pretty special thing; not only special, but rather rare! How many of us on this forum live in close proximity to very many members? I can count the number of Sixgunners that I personally know that share the same enthusiasm as me about sixguns that live within one hour of me on one hand, and 3 of them are my boys! We Sixgunners are a special lot, and unfortunately it isn’t often that we get or take the chance to get together. It has been 9 years since my first visit with Dick ‘Sixshot’ Thompson, and 6 years since the last time I was in Idaho to see him. While I have gotten to spend some time with him on vacation in New Mexico, I haven’t had the chance to see him in his own stomping grounds...until last week! Dick has invited me out to hunt several times since my last hunt but I just couldn’t get away. Earlier this year, I told myself that I would take a few days to get out and enjoy the company of my good friend in his own backyard. When I finally told Dick my plan, I booked a flight, packed my bag, including my shorty Single-Six 32 mag, and was on my way! After my plane landed in Salt Lake City, I grabbed a rental car and pointed it north to Soda Springs. After the two and a half hour drive, I turned into the familiar driveway and was greeted by a welcoming and familiar sight: As I walked to the door, the smell of fresh cinnamon rolls hit my nose. Dick was bent over icing the rolls while wife Ruthann and daughter Laurie were busy with a pizza in the oven. What a perfect way to start this adventure!! During the two full days I was there, we drove countless miles in search of ground squirrels, rock chucks and badgers. Early the first day, we saw some ground squirrels and managed to whack a few with my shorty 32 mag, and Dick’s scoped Buckeye in 32 mag. Then the wind picked up and the squirrels stayed underground. We then drove to an area with several lava reefs that Dick knew to be haven to rock chucks. Dick stopped the truck and glassed the first reef, and alerted me to one that was sunning on a rock. He handed me his scoped TC Contender in 25 TCU and after ranging the distance at 155ish yards, told me where to hold. Boom! My first rock chuck was down! We moved on to another large reef that rose up 20 or 30 feet above the field we were in. Dick again glassed the rocks and bingo! We hit the jackpot! He started pointing out chucks and the fun began. The large reef was simply crawling with chucks and when the dust settled and the sun was setting behind the mountains, another 29 chucks were down to the 25 TCU, and we didn’t have to move the truck! Distances ranged from 120-155 yards. It was a grand day! This pic shows the only ones we were able to retrieve due to the terrain... Day two, the wind was relentless and despite our efforts, the ground squirrels and badgers didn’t cooperate. We did go back to the large reef to retrieve a sandbag that I had dropped out the window and forgot about the day before, and as we sat there, a couple more chucks came out. After a couple of misses, I whacked one more before we left four lunch. After a quick bite of burrito and tacos at El Toro, we decided to spend the rest of the afternoon at the range. Watching Dick shoot is a pleasure! He has such a smooth style, he looks like he was born with a sixgun in his hand! Unfortunately I didn’t think to snap pics of him while he was shooting. It was a great trip; far too short, but definitely memorable. I can't thank Dick, Ruthann and Laurie for their friendship and hospitality. I can't wait to go back next year! Regrets: Most folks have a few things they wish they had with done, or done differently in their life. Some folks spend their time dwelling on the things they wished they’d done in the past. We can’t do anything about those things now. All we can do is make sure we don’t add to that list as we go forward. One other thing happened on this trip that was rather strange! Dick mentioned a couple fellow shooters were in town from West Virginia and Pennsylvania. They too were in search of rock chucks and other such varmints. Dick told them that Mike Barranti the holstermaker was visiting. One of them, a guy we will call Doctor Larry, mentioned to Dick that he knew who I was and didn’t like me! When Dick asked why, Doctor Larry said that he had met me, a holstermaker, at a hunt on a preserve in Tennessee, and that I was very arrogant and a know it all! Dick told him that I’ve never been on a hunt in Tennessee, and that if there was a room full of 50 guys, I’d be one of the nicest (he exaggerates...). He stopped by the house before I left and I shook his hand and introduced myself. He looked at me as if he didn’t want to admit he had never seen me before. I’ve been mistaken for John Bianchi before, but I have never been accused of being arrogant, and definitely not a know it all. Can’t imagine why anyone would pretend to be or let themselves be mistaken for me. I’m not John Bianchi, I’m just a Shuckmaker....
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Post by Doc Barranti on May 4, 2019 19:31:50 GMT -5
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Post by Doc Barranti on May 2, 2019 15:31:54 GMT -5
Happy Birthday, Mr. Taffin! Wishing you many more!
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Post by Doc Barranti on Mar 20, 2019 8:53:15 GMT -5
Every Sixgunner I know has married ‘up’! RuthAnn is a sweetheart for sure!!
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Post by Doc Barranti on Mar 4, 2019 6:43:52 GMT -5
Really looking forward to this one.
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Post by Doc Barranti on Jan 26, 2019 19:13:16 GMT -5
While I don’t have the book, I have heard that Paco Kelly lengthened the chambers on a 357 Blackhawk. He would use 357 Maxi brass whose case mouths had cracked, trim them, and load them to the max length the cylinder would accept. Perhaps someone that has his book can help.
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