The ramble above was to set the scene for what must be my biggest purchase failure... it was an Erma Luger in .22LR that was likely built in the 1960s. I bought this at a large once-a-year outdoor gun show & redneck flea market/swap meet. At the time of this buy I was just pulling out of a large personal rut in life and chasing down things that I believed would make me
happy and though that might sound really misguided and hollow, I was
right and it's been a great couple of years since that time.
I went to this show as I had in the past but things were different on this day. In the couple years previous, I had little cash and ability to buy, I went mostly for fun and to snag accessories, but on this day, I had a fat roll and while I had no plans to be STUPID, I was going to consider the day a monumental failure if I left there without at least one handgun. As it turned out, I left with three.
I bought the Erma Luger in a buy with another pistol and though you could hash out the total price one way or the other, I ended up paying just about what each was marked/asked for, IIRC. When the dust had settled, I dropped $200 on that Erma and functionally, it was the
worst handgun I have yet owned, bar none. I recall a couple of times when I managed to get four shots from it in a row without failure, but I could count that experience on one hand. While I'm no gunsmith, I did every trick I could think of to help this poor thing and it never improved even a bit.
There was the added bitter taste of the dealer who I still see in the local show circuit, the guy is simply not friendly in any manner and it annoys me to this day that he ended up with my money.
However, the other gun I snagged in that two-gun buy was a 6-inch Sig Trailside with blue laminate target grips. This gun was not in mint condition but functionally, it runs 100% and it has become my younger daughter's favorite handgun to shoot, mostly because of the terrific trigger on it. That is a pricey little pistol and not the easiest thing to find in any condition, so to snag it at $450, it's been worth every penny of that and it takes some of the sting out of the Erma Luger. I still get a peeved look on my face when I think of the dealer or see his ugly mug at a show.
As a sidebar, the other gun I snagged that day was a 1985-built Ruger Redhawk, .44 Mag, 7.5-inch barrel. It had all the evidence of a revolver that one guy bought new, shot a half a box through and didn't like the recoil, so it sat in a sock drawer for 25 years until I got it. Blued, with a touch of holster wear at the muzzle but
appearing basically unused otherwise, I felt that it was worth the $600 I spent on it. Not a steal, but the right price and I thoroughly enjoyed the conversation with the gentleman selling it when I bought it. That buy felt right and the revolver has since given me nearly 500 rounds of fun shooting since that day.