My goal and reasons for living have been met. I finally got my Hakim in the condition and price I only dreamed about. Just came back from a 50 table gun show and at the 3rd table.....there she was, an excellent Hakim with mint bore, original rifle sling and gas port ajusting tool all for the unheard price of $400 out the door AND through a private dealer. I have been searching the gun shows for years looking for a Hakim and the only other one I had found was $700
about a year ago. Large or small show it made no difference, NO ONE had one for sale except the grossly overpriced one mentioned. I was soooo excited about my find I could barely take on the act of dis-interested buyer. The seller proceeds to give me a hardsell on it and explains all I ever needed to know about the Hakim, (little does he know that my right boot is filling up with urine due to my suppressed joy).
I give a sob story that at $400 he will be taking my last dollar (close but not true) I ask him to place the rifle behind his table while I spend 15 minutes going through the rest of the show (I stop to empty my boot too) and making sure that I do in fact have that much money on me or do I need to go home and pick-up another $50. The funds are a GO!
I wander over to his table again and the hardsell starts again (my boot is filling-up again) and he shows me how to take the Hakim apart (a can of Pepsi is more complex) I ponder offering $350 (I'm an EVIL person) when he offers to throw in a case (two sealed tins,760 rounds) of Romainian 8mm mauser ammo (my other boot is filling-up now) and offers to carry the ammo out to my car! Tears are streaming down my face, I detect a light shining down from Heaven focused on me. As I open my wallet to conclude the deal white doves fly out of it (Honest!) not moths. I am walking so high off the floor (people are walking around the spreading puddle) I can't bear to make the guy carry the ammo for me, I grab it along with the "magical Hakim" and float out to my car, yet I was not weary upon arrival.
Life is good, yesterday I picked-up a Webley for $98 same kind of story. I have to go now, I think I have gotten a sign to play the lottery.
about a year ago. Large or small show it made no difference, NO ONE had one for sale except the grossly overpriced one mentioned. I was soooo excited about my find I could barely take on the act of dis-interested buyer. The seller proceeds to give me a hardsell on it and explains all I ever needed to know about the Hakim, (little does he know that my right boot is filling up with urine due to my suppressed joy). I give a sob story that at $400 he will be taking my last dollar (close but not true) I ask him to place the rifle behind his table while I spend 15 minutes going through the rest of the show (I stop to empty my boot too) and making sure that I do in fact have that much money on me or do I need to go home and pick-up another $50. The funds are a GO!
I wander over to his table again and the hardsell starts again (my boot is filling-up again) and he shows me how to take the Hakim apart (a can of Pepsi is more complex) I ponder offering $350 (I'm an EVIL person) when he offers to throw in a case (two sealed tins,760 rounds) of Romainian 8mm mauser ammo (my other boot is filling-up now) and offers to carry the ammo out to my car! Tears are streaming down my face, I detect a light shining down from Heaven focused on me. As I open my wallet to conclude the deal white doves fly out of it (Honest!) not moths. I am walking so high off the floor (people are walking around the spreading puddle) I can't bear to make the guy carry the ammo for me, I grab it along with the "magical Hakim" and float out to my car, yet I was not weary upon arrival.
Life is good, yesterday I picked-up a Webley for $98 same kind of story. I have to go now, I think I have gotten a sign to play the lottery.
