Demi-human
maybe likes firearms a little bit…
I have sold only one firearm.
A 760 in 270. A nice rifle. The only one I’ve never shot. A 1984 model.
A family friend’s adoptive parents passed away and there were some firearms left. The “bad” son stormed in the house a day after the mother was removed to rest, demanding his guns and angry no one called him sooner to pick them up so they didn’t disappear.
They were not very nice, a working man’s rifles. And they weren’t his, and were pawned the very day, witnessed by a younger brother with a motorbike and nothing better to do.
Well, our friend wanted her older brother, Ray, also adopted, the six of them were, to have one of Dad’s guns. He hunts and often took the dad to New York to his property. Traveling, he always used Ray’s rifles. Ray had never seen any of his foster dad’s firearms.
Crushed at the situation, she lit like a fire when I offered her the pump rifle I’ve never shot.
She was thrilled that it was pretty and knowing nothing of firearms, smiled vacantly as I showed off the rifle.
One scratch, nearly perfect bluing, only slightly worn at the edges. I told her I was looking for $800 or so because it was in very good shape and her face dropped.
She didn’t think it would be more than $3-400 for a rifle, but didn’t want a new one. She would pass this one off to Ray as “Dads Rifle”, and no one would be the wiser. But it was very much nicer than the Dad’s guns. (A lot, I saw pics. They were wet basement damaged H&R singles.) She didn’t want to low-ball me. But knew that a bolt action would be suspect.
I thought about the story.
“Well, $400 is the top of your budget, but I’ll let you have it for that, if you’d like.”
She was over the moon! I brought it to her shop and she said I was petting it before I left it with her. I said it was alright because it going to a good home.
First and foremost, I was able to help.
Ray, the only hunter, “was left” a very nice rifle by a man that chose to be his father, through a little sisterly magic. I found a loving home for a rifle that was lost in my safe.
And a dirtbag lost more of his family for $200 worth of rusty slug guns.
Well, that last part sucked but most of the tale was pretty good!
A 760 in 270. A nice rifle. The only one I’ve never shot. A 1984 model.
A family friend’s adoptive parents passed away and there were some firearms left. The “bad” son stormed in the house a day after the mother was removed to rest, demanding his guns and angry no one called him sooner to pick them up so they didn’t disappear.
They were not very nice, a working man’s rifles. And they weren’t his, and were pawned the very day, witnessed by a younger brother with a motorbike and nothing better to do.
Well, our friend wanted her older brother, Ray, also adopted, the six of them were, to have one of Dad’s guns. He hunts and often took the dad to New York to his property. Traveling, he always used Ray’s rifles. Ray had never seen any of his foster dad’s firearms.
Crushed at the situation, she lit like a fire when I offered her the pump rifle I’ve never shot.
She was thrilled that it was pretty and knowing nothing of firearms, smiled vacantly as I showed off the rifle.
One scratch, nearly perfect bluing, only slightly worn at the edges. I told her I was looking for $800 or so because it was in very good shape and her face dropped.
She didn’t think it would be more than $3-400 for a rifle, but didn’t want a new one. She would pass this one off to Ray as “Dads Rifle”, and no one would be the wiser. But it was very much nicer than the Dad’s guns. (A lot, I saw pics. They were wet basement damaged H&R singles.) She didn’t want to low-ball me. But knew that a bolt action would be suspect.
I thought about the story.
“Well, $400 is the top of your budget, but I’ll let you have it for that, if you’d like.”
She was over the moon! I brought it to her shop and she said I was petting it before I left it with her. I said it was alright because it going to a good home.
First and foremost, I was able to help.
Ray, the only hunter, “was left” a very nice rifle by a man that chose to be his father, through a little sisterly magic. I found a loving home for a rifle that was lost in my safe.
And a dirtbag lost more of his family for $200 worth of rusty slug guns.
Well, that last part sucked but most of the tale was pretty good!
