exdetsgt
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I was on my way to the gun shop today after deciding that I just had to have (we're talking large doses of nostalgia here) a Model 10 because that's what I carried at the outset of my law-enforcement career. Fellow Arizona Ranger called and said he'd seen one at the shop. However, I stopped at a friend's home to take in some of his slow-cooked tortilla soup. This on the Mexican border. My friend had a slight cold. His cure for this was to load up the soup with chiles. So we sat there eating and wiping the tears from our eyes, blowing noses, and in general gasping for breath.
After I could talk again, I mentioned my Model 10 quest and he said, would you settle for a Model 15? Proceeded to show me a former Arizona Highway Patrol Model 15 in remarkably pristine shape with only very slight holster wear, and said he was on his way to trade it in ("bought it ten years ago and shot it once"). So I asked what he wanted for it. $250. Bought it on the spot. The trigger action is like butter. I lubed it up; it didn't need cleaning, and am off to Gold Gulch tomorrow AM to see how it shoots. Rabbits be warned.
After I could talk again, I mentioned my Model 10 quest and he said, would you settle for a Model 15? Proceeded to show me a former Arizona Highway Patrol Model 15 in remarkably pristine shape with only very slight holster wear, and said he was on his way to trade it in ("bought it ten years ago and shot it once"). So I asked what he wanted for it. $250. Bought it on the spot. The trigger action is like butter. I lubed it up; it didn't need cleaning, and am off to Gold Gulch tomorrow AM to see how it shoots. Rabbits be warned.