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Two Omega chronographs, one cartoon rivalry. Looking at Omega’s manual-wind Seamasters of the late 1960s, collectors saw two temperaments in one family and reached for the Popeye cartoons: the slimmer 145.016 became the “Popeye,” and this broader-shouldered Omega Seamaster 145.029 became the “Bluto,” after Popeye’s burly nemesis. Neither name came from Omega, and neither is stamped anywhere on the watch. Pick it up and the logic lands. The cushion case fills the hand with a squared-off set to its shoulders that the earlier Seamaster chronographs never had.
For a long time watches like this one lived in the Speedmaster’s shadow, the Seamaster chronographs collectors walked past on the way to the moonwatch. That has changed, and the dial is much of why this example rewards the second look. The catalogue never listed a mocha Omega Seamaster 145.029; the factory ran blue, silver, champagne and gold-tone. What sits under the crystal here is a gold-tone dial that has spent close to fifty years turning, and it has settled into a deep, even mocha that reads champagne when the light catches it and slides back to chocolate when it does not. That slow shift is not a color Omega chose. It is one the watch earned, and to us it is the best thing about it.
What makes the Bluto more than a nickname is what beats inside it. This is the caliber 861, the cam-switched hand-wound chronograph Omega introduced in 1968 and fitted, in these same years, to the Speedmaster Professional reference 145.022. It was built as a workhorse and never sold as anything grander, its seventeen jewels doing steady and honest work, which is much of why these movements stay so straightforward to keep running. The result is the engine Omega was putting in its headline chronograph, carried here in a case almost nobody at the table will place.
The watch itself keeps honest company. The cushion case measures 38mm across and 42mm lug to lug, its middle and bezel plated in twenty microns of gold over a steel back, a two-metal build Omega recorded in French inside the caseback: CARRURE-LUNETTE PLAQUE OR G 20 MICRONS. Brassing runs the high points of the lugs and bezel where the plating has thinned, the ordinary truth of a watch worn rather than shelved. Three black-ringed sub-registers at nine, three and six mark the running seconds, thirty-minute and twelve-hour counters, applied gold batons and gold Omega lettering catching the light off the field. The printing reads original throughout, tritium-era and free of any refinish, the seahorse on the back, crown and twin pushers present and correct.
It arrives on its original Omega strap, a brown sharkskin band on the 22mm lugs and closed by a gold-tone Omega-signed buckle that was plainly meant to live beside a dial this warm. Serviced in-house at OTTUHR and backed by our two-year mechanical warranty, it runs the way a sorted 861 should, and it comes without box or papers, which is where the price sits. Popeye got the fame. The Bluto got the better story.
