Some fella who sold me a really nice gun about three or so years back contacted me last week. He sent me a message via facebook.
I recognized his name right away, and my first thought was ... well, he just realized that gun he sold me was worth about five times what he charged me, I'll bet he wants to buy it back for double.
Well, since I don't plan on ever selling it, I wanted to ignore his message, as the next two alternatives were a) unlikely, and b) very unappealing
Alternative a) was that he'd come upon another and wanted to give me first crack at it ... like I said, unlikely
And alternative b) there was trouble brewing
Well, I should probably get to the bottom of this before I get a knock on my door.
So, I replied to his message "what can I do for you?"
He asked if I remembered the transaction ... yes, I do.
He asked if I knew the serial number of the firearm ... yes, I do.
He asked if I'd send him the serial number ... nope.
Instead, why don't you send me the serial number of the one you're looking for. He did. Not a match. Sorry can't help you.
Well, when I called into my office, I learned that the fella had called.
Obviously trouble was a brewing.
So I called him back.
What more can I do for you?
Same question about the serial number to which I reply "I did not buy that gun from you." Furthermore, that's not a gun I would ever buy. I'm not interested in a gun with that serial number. Good luck, and feel free to call if you come upon a gun like the one you sold me. He agrees.
Then, I ask, and I know I shouldn't, why he's calling me.
Well ... the ATF stopped by his place, wanted to see his records, and he didn't keep very good records it seems. So he's parsing his emails for anyone he made a sale to. Turns out, he tells me, the ATF is looking for a gun with the serial number XYZ, so he's contacting all the folks he's sold to over the last five years looking for the gun.
Which gets me laughing and I tell him, hey genius, if they have the serial number, THEY have the gun. He babbles something about the gun being used in a Las Vegas homicide, but at this point I can no longer take him at his word, because he's not striking me as too bright.
So again I say something like ... so you think the witnesses pulled the serial number off the frame and called it in to ATF? THEY've already got the gun. What the heck are you calling me for?
Now I'm thinking, this guy is a real wizard, and I should be put out to pasture for answering his questions. If I was the Feds, I'd be tapping his phone.
So, and I mean it, I tell him I'm happy to help in any way, if the ATF have any questions, they should feel free to call, and if you still have an FFL after this episode, call me only if you get a piece like the one you sold me previously, but not like the one the ATF is "looking for" now ... good luck.
What's my point?
Well, someone somewhere sometime sold a gun to someone who killed someone ... happens all the time, legitimate sales, straw sales, sales of stolen guns. Guns don't grow on trees.
But, someone sold someone the whisky, wine or beer they drank that got 'em drunk enough to run down someone's kid, or someone's momma, poppa, brother or sister, and someone sold 'em the car too.
Fact, someone sold somebody a chicken and some poor sonofabitch choked out on a bone.
Stuff happens. Guns ain't special in that regard. But you don't have a Constitutional Right to a chicken either.