I like yours!
That was "MY" rifle, a Model '94 in Win .32 Special that belonged to my Great Grand Father. It was decided it should be mine when I was an infant. My Gandfather's Nephew had it and he didn't have any sons. I killed my first deer with it. It had the 24 inch octagonal barrel and "German Silver" end cap, a tang flip up sight, curved rifle style butt plate and was exceptionally CLEAN. It was stolen during a burglary of my parents house while I was away at college. That and a never fired 1873 Springfield Trapdoor (a whole 'nother story,the brothers had bought 3 cases of them at an auction of surplus rifles in the 20's). I have looked for that Winchester for decades, had it added to stolen gun data bases three times. It was purchased for my Great Grandfather by his three sons by special order. I'm almost afraid to find it today because I would have to buy it back (statute of limitations) and I would give anything for it. My grandfather actually never fully forgave me for the loss even though it was at my parents home.
The bat wing chaps were my Grandfathers and the hat I'm wearing was his. He rode in South Texas and the black brush, cat claw and mesquite will eat you without chaps. I still have mine but they are heavy and full length for the same reason. That was summer time and I would "camp out" in the back yard. I shot my first Cap pistol there, an original 1860 (made in 1861 by the serial number). We cast balls in the backyard (I still have some and the mold) used ( I think it was Dupont I still have the can somewhere) powder from a can the size of a whisky pocket flask and the caps wouldn't fire. Fortunately the hardware store carried caps (long gone are those days...) I was eight years old at the time we did that.
Good memories.
~Mako