never, never, ever sell
While I have always followed the above creed, I do regret having a couple of rifles stolen from me when my first house was broken into about a week after I moved in. One was a .22 Marlin rifle I had owned since High School, and the other was a pre-64 Winchester 94 30-30. This was back in the early 70s in northern California when I was in the Navy. It happened again a couple of years later (inspite of the deadbolts and the dogs), but my firearms were better hidden so I did not lose any of them. The police suspected a couple of scum-bag brothers that actually lived across the street from me, but they were not able to pin them with the robbery. Probably a good thing I didn't catch them myself as I was a bit upset at the time.