Well... lemme see, here, eh?
A client left me high and dry for $5,000 in the middle 1980s. I went to all my vendors with my sad tale, and to a one, they were sympathetic, surprised I intended to pay what I owed them, glad to accept delayed payment, and equally glad to throw business my way. Without exception, they were kind, understanding, and generous.
Meanwhile, I kept a beater on the road instead of trading it in, lived cheaply, and sold some of my guns. I wasn't shooting much in those days: I was contending with Page Maker 1, trying to figure out how to do color separations, taking graphic design courses, et cetera.
I sold two guns to a self-styled "restaurant consultant," and accepted a check in payment after scrutinizing his driver's license. I sold a couple more to other people the same way with no problems. The self-styled "restaurant consultant's" check bounced. I went to the local P.D. They'd already heard of him under that alias and assorted others, and would I like to add my name to the list?
My insurance company refused to reimburse me for my loss, since I'd "voluntarily sold" the guns to the criminal, who'd been paroled from prison several weeks earlier. The state insurance commissioner's office received a letter from me. The insurance company underwent a sudden change of heart, and sent me a check for part of the amount, which I applied to debts owed to my vendors. I switched insurance companies, if it need be said: my agent and claims adjustor had tried to rip me off about the same way the "restaurant consultant" had.
Roughly a year later, I received a telephone call from a B.A.T.F. guy to inform me the "restaurant consultant" had been busted five or six states away with a "cache of firearms," a bundle of phoney identification, lots of stolen stuff, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera. He needed proof of my ownership of two firearms, so I sent him copies of the original bills of sale.
I called several times during the following year or so, and was told the case was "pending," and the firearms were "needed for evidence," and then the "restaurant consultant" had been found guilty, but the firearms were still needed in case he appealed, et cetera. By and bye, I received a call from another B.A.T.F. individual to inform me he couldn't ship the guns to me, but could ship them to a local F.F.L. I found a sporting goods shop, explained things to the guy, and sent his name and number to the B.A.T.F. guy. Several weeks later, the local F.F.L. called to say the guns were in, and since they'd been stolen from me, he'd skip the usual fee, which I think was $10 per gun.
Lo, and behold, both guns were in a box, each with a holster I'd never purchased. I felt guilty about accepting stuff that wasn't mine, then figured a cheap Nylon holster and an expensive leather shoulder rig were probably fair payment for the hassle I'd been put through. Both guns were dirty, and one was somewhat holster-worn, but the other was in fine shape.
Eventually, I paid off my vendors, but haven't even considered selling a gun since, and wouldn't sell one for cash to a close friend or relative. I'll leave all that to the executors of my estate. I've got one or two guns I don't need and hardly ever shoot, but have too many memories of a sale gone all awry.
As for the "restaurant consultant," I'm sure he was paroled again, went on another fraud spree, got busted again, et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.