Almost a year ago, I tried to by one of the FN Hi-Powers that CDNN had on special. I tried. I really, really tried. I went to my local gun pusher and told him what I wanted. For a small shop, this guy has a pretty amazing inventory. After I told him what I was looking for, he dug around in the safe behind the counter and produced a brand-new, in the box FN MkIII Hi-Power. He asked me what I planned on doing with it, and I told him that, eventually, I would send it off to be worked over.
"Ah...", he said. "Then you don't want this gun."
More than a bit confused, I replied, "I don't?"
"Nope. You want THIS Hi-Power."
With that, he once again reached into the safe and produced a late-model, gray Browning HP box. "Here, take a look at this. Ignore the box; it doesn't match the gun."
I opened the box and very suddenly agreed with him. I DIDN'T want a MkIII FN Hi-Power...not anymore. The box I opened held a T-series blued Belgian Hi-Power that had been tweaked just a bit. It still had the old, rowel hammer and red-interior checkered walnut grips. Thoughtfully, someone had removed the magazine disconnect, and the trigger was pretty darn good. What REALLY got my attention was that someone had installed a new set of sights. The front was a dovetailed Novak, and the rear was from a GI 1911, with the sight notch opened up. While the finish wasn't pristine, it was very, very good for a gun that was almost as old as I am.
When I had recovered the ability to form a coherent thought, I asked him how much he wanted for it, prepared for the worst. "I'll tell you what..." (I HATE it when gun dealers start a sentence like that...you can almost SEE the other shoe dropping) "I will sell you that old Browning for the same price as that CDNN Hi-Power, plus $50. We'll call that a 'finders fee'."
I can't swear to it, but I am SURE my credit card left a vapor trail from my wallet to the counter.
So, I was the owner of a T-series Belgian Hi-Power. ANOTHER T-series Belgian Hi-Power. It would seem that I had come around full circle. The first centerfire pistol I ever bought with my own money was a very used, beat up T-series over 20 years ago. I truly wish I still owned that old pistol.
After I got it home, I tore it down and took a good look at it, and it had a few small problems. Not big ones, just problems you would associate with a 30 year old pistol. First off, the slide to frame fit was pretty loose. No problem. I tightened up the fit both vertically and horizontally and lapped the slide to frame fit. This also helped the barrel fit.
As much as I like the LOOKS of the old rowel Browning hammer, they eat me alive when shooting. The hammer and the sear were replaced with Cylinder and Slide parts, and I replaced the small, stock safety with a recent vintage factor BHP safety, which I recontoured.
The next thing to address was the finish. There was some slight pitting on the front end of the slide, so I cleaned that up, draw filing with needle files under a magnifying glass. That was an interesting experience.
At that point, I had pretty much hit the wall on my own capabilities. I could have rust blued it, but I still wasn't happy with the sights and I wanted some type of non-slip front strap treatment. After doing some research, I decided to send it off to Novak for a little bit of work. Yo-Bo was my close-second-choice, but, at the time, they already had two of my pistols, and I wanted to spread the wealth around a bit.
Looking at Novak's website, I noticed that they had recently introduced a wide-notch rear sight. This rear sight, along with a Tritium front, was the package I was looking for. While they had it, I asked them to texture the front and rear of the grip and refinish it in a bead-blast blue. I debated upon having the top of the slide matted with French borders, but economics put a stop to that. My intent was to have a working gun that I could carry and shoot without worrying about a little holster wear. The gun currently wears Spegel Cocobolo grips, but I have a set of Spegel delrin grips for it as well. Anyway, this is the end result.
