They weren’t all born equal. There are working tools, and then there are those that ARE WHY we have worked. It’s locked away, and then hidden in that place where guns get locked. And that place, where the best ones are locked, it can’t even be found. And moreover the entire location is intentionally blocked.
We all have them, right? Very few people even know. Alright, being honest, no one does. Sort of, they’ve been “seen” being casually held, blending in, maybe often, because 99% of gun appreciation time does not involve hearing protection.
But what they mean to us, fellow mortals don’t know. A gun deemed so good, not because it was necessarily expensive, but just plain GOOD, that a twin was bought just to have our cake and eat it too. Or maybe it isn’t made now because it was so good, and expensive to make, it buried its creator to bring them to market.
Dad ever say that you’ll feel better if you get it off your chest? Maybe this prodding is that chance. Who even knows who you are here, … oops.
I’ll start. This is on my mind because I just had one of those “it takes one to know one” moments, and the “one” in question in this case means an honest to goodness hoarder.
Eventually it may happen, you get lucky, the very old that is very new, arrives store to store, from the country’s width apart.
Rarer still when it was no showpiece, but a completely unadorned, dish it out in volume match gun, the same way the first stainless steel Swiss divers’ watches were neither pretentious nor expensive nor gaudy.
I don’t think it was fired. Apparently never scoped, no marks, all screws. So Remington skipped the letter “I”, which this looks like to me. Maybe this second digit is a J or L. 1962 or 1964?
This was the television era and I want to imagine from the slight wood wear, this gun has lived 60 years, either for one or two men, as being “that gun which was refused to be shot” even though it is a target gun, but was shuttled between the den with the television, and the safe in the basement. I know where it came from, and they have basements up there.
We all have them, right? Very few people even know. Alright, being honest, no one does. Sort of, they’ve been “seen” being casually held, blending in, maybe often, because 99% of gun appreciation time does not involve hearing protection.
But what they mean to us, fellow mortals don’t know. A gun deemed so good, not because it was necessarily expensive, but just plain GOOD, that a twin was bought just to have our cake and eat it too. Or maybe it isn’t made now because it was so good, and expensive to make, it buried its creator to bring them to market.
Dad ever say that you’ll feel better if you get it off your chest? Maybe this prodding is that chance. Who even knows who you are here, … oops.
I’ll start. This is on my mind because I just had one of those “it takes one to know one” moments, and the “one” in question in this case means an honest to goodness hoarder.
Eventually it may happen, you get lucky, the very old that is very new, arrives store to store, from the country’s width apart.
Rarer still when it was no showpiece, but a completely unadorned, dish it out in volume match gun, the same way the first stainless steel Swiss divers’ watches were neither pretentious nor expensive nor gaudy.
I don’t think it was fired. Apparently never scoped, no marks, all screws. So Remington skipped the letter “I”, which this looks like to me. Maybe this second digit is a J or L. 1962 or 1964?
This was the television era and I want to imagine from the slight wood wear, this gun has lived 60 years, either for one or two men, as being “that gun which was refused to be shot” even though it is a target gun, but was shuttled between the den with the television, and the safe in the basement. I know where it came from, and they have basements up there.
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