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I came across a Japanese Type 14 Nambu pistol. These were reasonably well made Japanese semi-autos, used from mid-1920's until end of WWII. The ammo is available for around $25/box of 50. I had planned on using it for a project that didn't work out
If interested, I can email photos. I'd like just what I paid for it - $300.
I don't need one and do not want one, but it's an interesting firearm from an historical point of view.
My Dad was in the occupation of Japan at the end of the war. He brought back many Japanese weapons, including several rifles, swords, uniforms, and two Type 14 pistols like these as well as a Type 94 Nambu which is very different. I remember him and my uncles shooting them until ammo was gone. They have been traded away over the years. I sure would like this one.
Oh. My. God. THAT brings back memories. My dad had one of those back in the 70's, which was nicknamed 'The Bumble Bee'. At 50 foot targets you could actually watch bullet if you stood behind the shooter and, for some reason, about half the time the magazine would drop out when the weapon fired. And ours was supposedly not a 'last-ditch' model.
my dad was shot down over germany during WWII and spent a year and a half in Stalag Luft 1, in Barth on the NorthSea. Next to the camp was a Luftwaffe anti-aircraft gunnery school. When the Red Army got withing a few days' march of the area, the Germans departed, and for a few days the POWs roamed thru the AAA school (a lot of the students at the time were young ladies so i guess the boys were smelling the perfume and aiming for a contact high).
Anyway, dad brought back a bag of swastika emblems, eagles and belt buckles, and so forth, all of which disappeared over the years --but the centerpiece was a mint-condition Luger.
I was just a tyke but really looked forward to shooting the thing when i got old enough.
Then one summer afternoon on Lula Avenue in Baton Rouge, i watched my dad and our neighbor Mr. Knight perform their Saturday ritual --that is, mowing the yards while consuming mass quantities of Schlitz.
While dad always mowed our yard with an old Sears reel mower, Mr. Knight had gone and made dad covet his power mower. He would cut his same-sized yard in half the time and sweat --with what was likely a 2HP Briggs & Stratton rig.
On this bad day, and to my silent screaming horror, i watched dad up and trade off that Luger to thiso-and-so neighbor, for that lousy lawnmower. Haven't gotten over it to this day.