Old West Provenance and Legacy

Taken off a “Mexican Colt,” these antique bone grips are more than just firearm components—they're a living fragment of frontier history. With a richly aged patina and a jigged pattern worn smooth from years of handling, these grips likely rode many dusty trails across the borderlands of Texas and Mexico, where life was lived fast and often ended faster.

Bone was a favored material for grips among working men—vaqueros, rurales, and even desperadoes—who wanted something that wouldn’t crack under pressure. These weren’t fancy showpieces; they were made to last, to get dirty, to grip tight when things got loud. Their two-piece construction reflects the era’s craftsmanship, when grips were hand-fitted by gunsmiths in candlelit workshops.

• Crafted to endure: The jigged bone provides not just character, but grip—essential for high-noon moments when hesitation wasn’t an option.
• Echoes of the borderlands: These grips may have seen duty on both sides of the Rio Grande, carried by those who rode with Pancho Villa or patrolled the wild Sonoran frontier.

There are two chips missing on the right-side panel, one is older and someone died it to match the Jigging, the other looks slightly newer but undied. These are a testament to their long journey. It's not a flaw, but a mark earned with time—an honest imperfection that adds to their authenticity. Just like the men who once carried them, these grips bear their scars with quiet pride.

It’s also worth noting: these grips will fit a Uberti Single Action Army (SAA) revolver. Whether you're restoring a faithful reproduction or adding frontier soul to your working piece, they offer a perfect fit with genuine character.

It’s easy to imagine them fitted the handle of a Colt as it rested on a saloon table beside a glass of mezcal, or tucked in a saddle holster along the Río Bravo. They may have witnessed poker games gone sideways, dusty stand-offs on Main Street, or long rides under the unforgiving desert sun. Perhaps they were passed from father to son, traded for a horse, or pried from a scabbard in the heat of trouble.

Now, after a century of service, these grips are still in solid condition. Aside from the single chip, there are no breaks—only the kind of honest wear that gives character, not concern. Their smooth yet textured surface tells a silent tale of gun smoke, sweat, and survival.

Ready to be mounted on another six-shooter, they’re not just ready—they're willing. These grips are more than accessories; they’re a bridge to an era where every mark had a meaning.