405 Win in the '95 Rifle

I knew an ol' trapper - Jim Kaineer - who lost his left hand in a sawmill accident about 1930. He was a blacksmith, and fashioned all manner of attachments for his homemade saddle leather prothesis extending from just below the elbow to his 'hand'. He owned one these 1895's but in 30-06. He would rest it across his saddle leather forearm to shoot.
One of my last memories of him, was watching him row away across the swollen Pine River in the Peace River country, at breakup, to go beaver trapping.
I've wanted one those rifles since then.

I forgot to add: when I last saw Jim, he was 92...