Fashion Statement, Part Deux.

So I'm talking to Matt on the phone yesterday and the topic of Barbecue Guns comes up. I at first aver that I don't really have one. I mean, I could slap my spare set of Arhend's cordia wood or Carbon Creations grip panels on my Springer or my Colt, but those are both beat-to-hell working guns with ugly, worn teflon finishes. "Like lipstick on a pig," is the term that came to mind.

"Oh, wait..." I recalled, "yes, I do have a Barbecue Gun." I wonder if those vintage mother-of-pearl stocks on my .44 Hand Ejector would fit on that 27?