When I was a kid, my dad had a Charter Arms Undercover .38 Special revolver that served as a faithful road trip companion. It resided in a homemade scabbard he’d fashioned from an old sheepskin lined, leather house shoe. It rode unnoticed between the seat rail and transmission hump on the floorboard of his International Scout Traveler. At home, I would often ask to see it- and he was always good to oblige me. He would retrieve it from his closet, pocket the Frontier JHP’s, and hand it to ...
