About 4 Months ago a friend stated he was going to take a gun to the sheriff office to have it destroyed as he couldn't get any ammunition for it. I tried to convince him that he was making a mistake and that he should give me the gun instead. Then a couple weeks ago I asked what he had decided and informed him it would go to a good home and be passed down to my children and grand children (hope I have some). He said he would bring it to me, he didn't know what the gun was all he knew was it was really heavy and he couldn't get bullets. Well See for yourself why I am feeling like its the luckiest day ever. Pictures aren't perfect but should get my point across. Just happy I saved it from being destroyed.












