Griffin and Howe have been a going concern for a long, long time.
There's a story about how I obtained mine, and I'll keep it brief.
I've been interested in hunting and fishing since my childhood days. I've also been a huge fan of Ernest Hemingway's writing, and Green Hills of Africa is one of my all-time favorite books. When Hemingway went on his first safari, he caried a Griffin and Howe Springfield, and I wanted one because of that since I was nine years old.
Well, my dentist during my childhood years was one of these fellows who knew how to live. He hunted all over the world, but he only owned one rifle -a 1927 vintage Griffin and Howe Springfield, which he had made for him back in '27 when he graduated from dentistry school. To hear him tell it, they weren't cheap, even then.
Anyway, the dear old tooth doctor passed away. On the day I turned 18, his wife called me and asked if I'd like to buy "Doc's" rifle. I said that I would, but that I couldn't afford to pay her what it was worth. She told me that she'd sell it to me for $275.00, which was the going rate for a Ruger M-77 at the time, under the condition that I agreed to hunt with it every year until I couldn't hunt anymore. She figured "Doc" would have wanted me to have it, but she figured I'd treat it with care if I paid her "a little something" for it.
I bought the rifle that day. If it hadn't have burned up in the same wildfire event that razed the family hunting cabin, I'd still be hunting with it now.
I shot hogs, deer, elk, pronghorns, and a couple of mouflon rams with it during the 18 hunting seasons that I carried it. As I mentioned before, I never missed the telescopic sight that it didn't have. The peep sight worked very well for "Doc" right up to the year that he died, and it worked just fine for me, too.
Anyhow, that's how I got my hands on mine. It was essentially given to me. The money that I paid was a mere fraction of the rifle's actual value, but to me, the rifle was priceless.