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A fondness for <strong>AYA</strong><br />

by Michael McIntosh<br />

W<br />

hen I was a young man I lusted, among other things, for a<br />

Matador model gun by <strong>Aguirre</strong> y <strong>Aranzabal</strong>. It was a<br />

handsome piece, perhaps not quite as lissome as a London-style<br />

sidelock (or as some of the other things I was lusting after at the<br />

time), but it was well-made and well-finished—and it was a sideby-side,<br />

a form that fascinated me beyond words.<br />

I eventually owned one and liked it immensely. But that was in<br />

the days when I was determined to own at least one specimen of<br />

every gun ever built, operating on a budget that demanded the<br />

frequent exchange of hardware and minimal amounts of cash, so it<br />

finally went away in trade for something else. Even so, the memory<br />

of a good Spanish gun remained.<br />

In the early 1990s, after Terry Wieland let the rest of us know how good<br />

Spanish guns really were, I had <strong>Aguirre</strong> y <strong>Aranzabal</strong> build a gun to my specifications,<br />

a Nº 2 sidelock ejector made in the image of an English gun I owned at the time. As<br />

my reasoning went, the <strong>AYA</strong> would serve as a traveling version of the London gun<br />

that I could in no way afford to replace. Now, almost fifteen years later, there aren’t<br />

many London guns you could offer to trade even-up that would tempt me to part<br />

with my <strong>AYA</strong> Nº 2.<br />

– 5 –<br />

Spanish Treasure<br />

It has accompanied me on at least 14 shooting trips to Europe, five<br />

or six to South America, traveled with me from Alaska to Mexico,<br />

and from Minnesota to the pinewoods of the South, and has digested<br />

about 80,000 cartridges. All with a single hiccup: A striker broke<br />

while I was shooting doves in Argentina. A striker can break in<br />

any gun. I had a new one made along with a set of spares, just in<br />

case. Now I don’t have a clue where the spare ones are, because I<br />

see no indication that I’ll ever need them.<br />

What I do see, and feel, each time I pick up my <strong>AYA</strong> is the most<br />

faithful, reliable, and by now familiar gun I’ve ever owned. I’d know<br />

it blindfolded or in the dark. It is an extension of my hands and my<br />

will to shoot—not to mention that sweet old yearning to own an <strong>AYA</strong>,<br />

which in the end proved to be one of the few young lusts that could truly<br />

stand the test of time. ✦<br />

Michael McIntosh

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