No history lessons here. If you want to learn more about the Frontier Scout there are plenty of good places to go on the web. I’m just going to be talking about this one single-action Colt.
Often I’ll refer to those ‘ugly black guns’. I’m usually talking about Glocks and ARs. This is one of those rare times when black plastic actually looks good on a hand gun.
I bought this little Colt because I was able to see the potential others had missed. It sat on the shelf at the gun store being looked over by nearly every one. It was well used and looking like it had been neglected for quite some time. The action felt gritty when cocked and the cylinder barely turned. The previous owner must not have cleaned it in years. Frankly, I haven’t seen too many guns dirtier. The guy who was selling it told me, “most of that will clean up.” He was right.
The poor little Colt certainly needed a good cleaning. Every little crease and corner was a hiding place for some form of dirt. By the serial number, I was able to find the revolver was built some time during 1964. It looked like it may have not been cleaned since then.
I disassembled the Scout. Wanting to leave the screw heads sharp and crisp, I selected different screw drivers to fit each of the screws. The key to a good take-down is leaving no trace that the gun was ever disassembled. The neglected little Colt was so dirty, .22 dummy rounds would not chamber and the cylinder pin had to be pried out with pliers. I padded the jaws to leave no trace on the bluing. Once apart, the gun cleaned up with liberal amounts of Hoppe’s solvent, mineral spirits and elbow grease.
With Colts, its all about the little things. The finish and details are what set Colts apart from the Colt clones. Minor touches like the scroll work on the grip frame and the Rampant Colt on the frame really add class to a little .22. Whoever came up with the idea of putting the ‘Serpent C’ logo on the ejector rod hopefully got a big bonus.
Once cleaned, oiled and greased the Colt was put back together. The screws were all snugged. As I cocked the hammer and listened to the revolver spell out C-O-L-T, I was amazed how smooth the action was. On half-cock the cylinder spins freely. Makes me feel kind of proud how this little single-action can now be displayed to friends and taken out of its case at the range without apologizing for its looks. Its no longer one of those ugly black guns.