03-28-2011, 11:04 AM
So I got a new gun:
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It's pretty sweet. It's like a bullpup marlin...it has a 11 round tube magazine that is in the buttstock! Good use of normally 'wasted' space. Breaks in half into 2 16" assemblies, might fit in a big-ish backpack. I'm going to clean it up, and see what kind of a shooter it is. My initial thought is that I might give it to my nephew. He's going to soon be old enough that he should have a gun of his own, even if his mother pees her pants at the thought of it.So I picked this up from Justin this weekend, and only got a real good look at it when I got it home. There's one dent in the stock and a few light scratches that I might try to buff out with a stock polish. The dent *might* be worth trying an iron and a hot washcloth to bring it "up" but I don't want to completely refinish the stock if I can help it. I flipped it over to practice breaking it down and I saw "JUSTIN 1992" lovingly engraved on the bottom of the bolt.
Seriously, Justin, I'm going to give you an opportunity to buy this back. I'm going to clean it up, because it's filthy. Disassemble, clean, lube, attach and zero scope, and maybe give the stock a nice polish. You will be charged 50 dollars for this service. Pics will be posted when rifle is available for (optional) pickup.
After that, I will do with it what I wish, and you will never, ever, get it back.
Probably my most cherished gun is my Grandfather's 20 Gauge. I did not know him very well, he fell dead in a hayfield when I was barely old enough to understand what was going on. First funeral I can remember. I didn't cry until they closed the casket. Many years later, My dad and I are moving some stuff, and come across this very nice Browning 20 gauge BPS. Still had the little warning sticker on the barrel. My dad only has a 22 magnum and a .410, (and the 1911 I gave him) he's not a very big gun guy. My grandfather, though, apparently had many guns in his lifetime. "Son, you left this up here with my guns." No, Dad, it's not mine. "Well, it sure isn't mine...must be Pappy's. He'd want you to have it." It's a link to him, across death, across time, to a man I wish I'd known better. It's not, and never will be, for sale for any price. I'd trade it only to have a day with him as an adult; to know my father's best friend, now gone more than 20 years.
I'm serious, Justin. You'll regret selling this. I know you don't "get sentimental" about firearms, you just shoot 'em. But it's not the gun you get sentimental over. It's the man, who when he knew it was time, gave you an item that reflected his trust in you. He will not always be with you, and when he is gone (as we all must go) all that will be left are memories, stardust, and items just like this one. I'll make an announcement when I'm "finished" with it. You have been warned.
It's pretty sweet. It's like a bullpup marlin...it has a 11 round tube magazine that is in the buttstock! Good use of normally 'wasted' space. Breaks in half into 2 16" assemblies, might fit in a big-ish backpack. I'm going to clean it up, and see what kind of a shooter it is. My initial thought is that I might give it to my nephew. He's going to soon be old enough that he should have a gun of his own, even if his mother pees her pants at the thought of it.So I picked this up from Justin this weekend, and only got a real good look at it when I got it home. There's one dent in the stock and a few light scratches that I might try to buff out with a stock polish. The dent *might* be worth trying an iron and a hot washcloth to bring it "up" but I don't want to completely refinish the stock if I can help it. I flipped it over to practice breaking it down and I saw "JUSTIN 1992" lovingly engraved on the bottom of the bolt.
Seriously, Justin, I'm going to give you an opportunity to buy this back. I'm going to clean it up, because it's filthy. Disassemble, clean, lube, attach and zero scope, and maybe give the stock a nice polish. You will be charged 50 dollars for this service. Pics will be posted when rifle is available for (optional) pickup.
After that, I will do with it what I wish, and you will never, ever, get it back.
Probably my most cherished gun is my Grandfather's 20 Gauge. I did not know him very well, he fell dead in a hayfield when I was barely old enough to understand what was going on. First funeral I can remember. I didn't cry until they closed the casket. Many years later, My dad and I are moving some stuff, and come across this very nice Browning 20 gauge BPS. Still had the little warning sticker on the barrel. My dad only has a 22 magnum and a .410, (and the 1911 I gave him) he's not a very big gun guy. My grandfather, though, apparently had many guns in his lifetime. "Son, you left this up here with my guns." No, Dad, it's not mine. "Well, it sure isn't mine...must be Pappy's. He'd want you to have it." It's a link to him, across death, across time, to a man I wish I'd known better. It's not, and never will be, for sale for any price. I'd trade it only to have a day with him as an adult; to know my father's best friend, now gone more than 20 years.
I'm serious, Justin. You'll regret selling this. I know you don't "get sentimental" about firearms, you just shoot 'em. But it's not the gun you get sentimental over. It's the man, who when he knew it was time, gave you an item that reflected his trust in you. He will not always be with you, and when he is gone (as we all must go) all that will be left are memories, stardust, and items just like this one. I'll make an announcement when I'm "finished" with it. You have been warned.
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