My old Army buddy from the Korean war called me from his home outside Atlanta and said he had bought a revolver and wanted to come to my house, a three hour drive, in Tennessee and visit for a couple of days and get some pointers on shooting his new gun. (I have a range in the yard,)
He showed up this past Monday morning. We had a couple of cups of coffee, Then I told my buddy to drag out his new toy and let's see what he had. He dug around in his overnight bag and pulled out a new royal blue Colt Python, 4", in the box.
I said, "Where did you get this, and what did it cost you?"
He said, "I was over visiting Chief (a mutual friend, WWII vet, who retired from the Navy many years ago.) and told him I was going to buy a gun, and he said he had one he would sell me. So I bought it."
"What did you give for it?" I asked.
"$200. Chief said that was $50 less than he paid for it. Did the chief do a number on me?"
My darker angels were pushing me to take advantage of this situation. I was lusting for that Python. But I did the Christian thing and told him what his revolver was worth. I advised him not to shoot it and to sell it to a collector. He thought about it for a minute then said he couldn't do that because if he did, he would be taking advantage of the chief's ignorance. And if he sold it and split the money with the chief, it would just make the old chief feel stupid. So he would just keep it and shoot it. (Both of these old boys have more money than they know what to do with.)
So in the past two and a half days despite less than perfect weather, we've put over 1000 rounds of .38 spl. through that sweetheart. My friend was punching out the ten ring when he left, and I hated to see him go, especially since he took that revolver with him.
I've been buying and trading guns for sixty years and I've never found a deal like that. He buys one gun and hits the jackpot. Go figure.
He showed up this past Monday morning. We had a couple of cups of coffee, Then I told my buddy to drag out his new toy and let's see what he had. He dug around in his overnight bag and pulled out a new royal blue Colt Python, 4", in the box.
I said, "Where did you get this, and what did it cost you?"
He said, "I was over visiting Chief (a mutual friend, WWII vet, who retired from the Navy many years ago.) and told him I was going to buy a gun, and he said he had one he would sell me. So I bought it."
"What did you give for it?" I asked.
"$200. Chief said that was $50 less than he paid for it. Did the chief do a number on me?"
My darker angels were pushing me to take advantage of this situation. I was lusting for that Python. But I did the Christian thing and told him what his revolver was worth. I advised him not to shoot it and to sell it to a collector. He thought about it for a minute then said he couldn't do that because if he did, he would be taking advantage of the chief's ignorance. And if he sold it and split the money with the chief, it would just make the old chief feel stupid. So he would just keep it and shoot it. (Both of these old boys have more money than they know what to do with.)
So in the past two and a half days despite less than perfect weather, we've put over 1000 rounds of .38 spl. through that sweetheart. My friend was punching out the ten ring when he left, and I hated to see him go, especially since he took that revolver with him.
I've been buying and trading guns for sixty years and I've never found a deal like that. He buys one gun and hits the jackpot. Go figure.
I reckon that's why he gets the deal and others don't. 
