Originally Posted by
BEAR
One aspect of collecting M1903s and A3s is finding correct parts to put the veteran in authentic condition
Good, thought-provoking post, Bear. Authenticity, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. My first military surplus firearm was a 1943 SA Garand that I bought from the CMP North Store many years ago. It was sold as a Service Grade rifle - a fresh RRA rebuild with an as-new barrel and the wildest mixture of parts imaginable. The mismatched wood consists of a scarred birch buttstock, a vintage walnut lower handguard, and a brand new upper handguard (still had "fuzz" on it). According to the CMP procedures in place at that time, the rifle would have been pulled from the crate, given a cursory cleaning, been inspected and test fired, and put out for sale. Personally, I'm confident that the rifle I bought was exactly as it left RRA after rebuild in 1966. To me, that's as "authentic" as a military surplus rifle can get.
I've never really bought into the cachet of a rifle having a CMP certificate which simply shows that the receiver was sold by the CMP at a given point in time. As you note, there is a passion among a certain group of owners for swapping out parts to "correct" veteran battle rifles. (I've done it myself to a couple of other guns.) My confidence in this particular rifle's authenticity is based on first hand knowledge of it's history since the time of purchase from the CMP. With ANY used rifle purchased on the secondary market, a savvy buyer has to assume that it has been altered to some degree by a previous civilian owner.
I would never presume to belittle someone else's rifle. People buy these guns for a wide variety of reasons and, whether an investor-grade rod bayonet 1903 or a well used National Ordnance 1903A3, if the owner gets joy from possessing the firearm, then I'm happy for them. Myself, I take some satisfaction from the fact that I'm the only person who can ever know with certainty the true civilian history of this 1943 battle rifle.
"They've took the fun out of running the race. You never see a campfire anywhere. There's never any time for visiting." - Joe Redington Sr., 1997