Here, and at great risk of offending fans of the piece, I’ll say the M514 might best be described as extremely basic however, that was Remington’s intent, as the rifle was brought into play to compete with similarly elemental and inexpensive rimfires from Stevens, Savage, and others. 22 rimfire, capable of handling Shorts, Longs, and Long Rifle rounds. The rifle, as mentioned earlier, is a single-shot bolt action of. According to the Firearms History on the company’s website – NOTE – If you haven’t discovered these pages, I highly recommend them – this particular piece was manufactured from 1948 through 1970, during which time approximately 757,000 were made. Today, I, along with the sporting community, recognize the piece as a Remington Model 514. Technically SpeakingĪlthough at my then-young age only moderately interested in variables such as make and model, I was aware the little bolt action was a Remington product. Still, to a 13-year-old charged with protecting the whole of northeastern Ohio’s sweet corn supply, my adventures were no less exciting. Was I stalking a full-curl Dall sheep on a shale slope at 5,500 feet elevation? Literally, no. This need for proximity, however, did, I believe, assist in my education and improvement as a hunter that is, I soon learned the importance of stealth, patience, timing, and other qualities vital for success afield. 22 Long Rifle shotshells, each tiny blue-tipped cartridge containing 31 grains, or 0.07 ounces, of #12 shot, the rimfire became quite the sparrow eliminator – all at understandably close range, to be sure. 22 caliber bolt action seemed a tad out of place along the edges of Dzedo’s cornfield.
On permanent loan from my Mother’s brother, Neal, the little single-shot. 410 single-shot, a similar single in 20-gauge, and a Fox B Grade, also in 20-gauge.īut despite this wealth of wonderful weaponry, all of which performed quite admirably on sparrows, as well as the occasional starling, crow, and passing pigeon, I had quite the unusual favorite field gun unusual, at least many would think, for the task at hand. I took my avian eradication responsibilities very seriously, a task made much simpler due to the fact that thanks to my father, Mick, I had access to quite the arsenal of English sparrow-sized firearms, including such fine pieces as a Harrington & Richardson. “M.D.,” he told me often, “you’re in charge of keeping the birds out of the corn, especially those damned sparrows.” Always the farmer, Dzedo, Slovak for grandfather, put the back 14 acres into sweet corn, with a huge family garden on the side. WHEN I WAS 13 or 14 – NOTE: For you mathematicians, the years would have been 1977 or ’78 – my Slovak grandparents moved from the family farm, which like many in northeastern Ohio had been swallowed by progress, onto a much smaller parcel some 10 miles to the north and west. Johnson reviews the Remington Model 514, a sweet little. The sparrow slayer of the author’s youth gets a second look with the eyes of experience.
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