QuarterBoreGunner
Member
One of the really neat things about helping out at my local gun store is how something interesting comes in the door every day.
I stopped by the other day and found that a guy cleaning out his parents old house had come across a pile of old gun boxes. He brought them down to us to see if we had any interest in them. Ok sure it would have been sweet if the boxes weren't empty, but still it was a cool trip into the past.
John Englehouse (sp?) was having a good day, February 7 1968.
It seems like once upon a time firearms manufacturers took a lot of interest in how they packaged their product. Now it's all about cost and efficiency; plain plastic boxes. It reminds me of records (for all you MySpace kiddies, they were flat, black and they spun around and music came out of them) and album cover art and liner notes. I used to pour over all that stuff whenever I picked up a new record. Now I barely look at the CD case.
Once upon a time these packages could elicit a excitement an "ooh" and "ahh"; they had soul. Does anyone get excited when they see the plastic case that 99% of firearms come in nowadays?
I love the hang tag in Italian.
I can't help but wonder if Mr. M.E. Steele; who paid the princely sum of $37.50 for his Ruger MK1, and $7.50 for 10 boxes of .22, at Bryant & Trott Co. Hardware and Household Goods, Santa Maria, California, on February 2, 1956, still has his pistol. Or maybe his grandson or grand daughter.
Mister Steele, if you're out there, I have your pistol box if you'd like it back.
I stopped by the other day and found that a guy cleaning out his parents old house had come across a pile of old gun boxes. He brought them down to us to see if we had any interest in them. Ok sure it would have been sweet if the boxes weren't empty, but still it was a cool trip into the past.
John Englehouse (sp?) was having a good day, February 7 1968.
It seems like once upon a time firearms manufacturers took a lot of interest in how they packaged their product. Now it's all about cost and efficiency; plain plastic boxes. It reminds me of records (for all you MySpace kiddies, they were flat, black and they spun around and music came out of them) and album cover art and liner notes. I used to pour over all that stuff whenever I picked up a new record. Now I barely look at the CD case.
Once upon a time these packages could elicit a excitement an "ooh" and "ahh"; they had soul. Does anyone get excited when they see the plastic case that 99% of firearms come in nowadays?
I love the hang tag in Italian.
I can't help but wonder if Mr. M.E. Steele; who paid the princely sum of $37.50 for his Ruger MK1, and $7.50 for 10 boxes of .22, at Bryant & Trott Co. Hardware and Household Goods, Santa Maria, California, on February 2, 1956, still has his pistol. Or maybe his grandson or grand daughter.
Mister Steele, if you're out there, I have your pistol box if you'd like it back.
