I have bought many.
And, like with motorcycles, I was finding pleasure in the purchase. With many objects, this is not a good ideal.
But, now that I have many, the want to have has waned. As well, the knowledge of what I actually desire has tempered much of what would be wanted.
Like many things, “keeping up with the Jones” might be fallacy. We can’t see through closed doors and we never know just how we look through other humans eyes.
In the last ten years I have purchased two to three a year, with four my maximum.
(Yes, I am a lucky SOB, but I’m not dumb enough to call her that. She’ll straight end me!)
But in that same time, the same six firearms get all the rounds through them. Three rimfires, a 1911, a .223 bolt and my AR. And I could possibly live without the Buckmark, maybe…
So, it’s good I find pride in owning some of the old ones. They don’t get much use. I’ve never heard of a farmer that brags on how little they use their equipment, but we are a different lot from they.
The important part is that one is happy with their collection. Remember that the average is a number that nobody really owns.
If one owns more, they are not weird or dangerous.
If one owns less, that are not in desperate need of equalization.
The only number that really counts is that you have ONE!
Shucks, Uncle Sam owns more firearms than anyone, and he is us. Skews the numbers a bit, huh?
(Of course, peering over the hedge from time to time might make you realize you really do need a new, pistol. Technology does change…
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Here’s a tasty one. Take 1 stripped lower. Add a dash of upper receiver. Mix with 1 BCG and 1 complete LPK. Add barrel, charging handle and chicken stock, less chicken. Season with Ballistol or CLP to taste.
I like a beefier stock base, like the LuthARs, and marinated for a few hours in black nitride. Then I spice it up with some Ed’s Red for flavor and that “Come get some!” smell that wafts through the pavilion! Yum!