tony pasley
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Family heirlooms are priceless, write down their history for future generations to know. This helps to keep the respect for them alive and they stay in the family.
I did much the same thing with a sailing dighy my mother gave me when I was 12. After a few years of sailing it, I got tired of dealing with a persistent (small) leak around the centerboard trunk, and I sold it to a friend for what was probably a fraction of what it was worth. The next year it broke loose during a storm and got crushed between a dock and a ship, so there was no way I could undo my folly.Kwik2010 said:By the end of it he had me scared to shoot it. He offered me a piece of junk rifle and told me it was way better and ready to go. I took it without a second thought. Being a kid I figured I'd be out from under a terrible rifle that was gonna blow up or something the next time I fired it and have a working rifle in exchange. I didn't realize the sentimental value until shortly after I accepted the proposal and went about my business, let alone the monetary value.
I later asked him about buying it back and he said "already sold it kid" for what I'm sure was a pretty penny. Now that my grandfather has since passed I still think about that rifle and how stupid I was to trade it off. I'd do anything to get it back.
thirtysixford wrote:
Stupid Photobucket won't show my photos from the past.
Just another example of Libs taking over out lives.
There's no possibility that that error happened anywhere but the factory. As soon as those things were assembled they sent for testing, boxed, crated, sent. Unless there was a problem, I don't believe that they would be tested, cleaned, and reassembled in the exact order of coming off of the line, so it's unlikely that any two sequential numbers would wind up being tested and then cleaned and accidentally mismatched by whoever was cleaning the probably corrosive priming ash out.