The only explanation I have is that Ben and the Feds announced QE 3 and QE 4 and QE5 yesterday and everybody heard about it except me. Am I supposed to go trade my green money for orange today?
The chief pleasure down in Spencer last evening was making a guy I dislike pay close to $300 for a fair-to-good 10 gauge Remington 1889, Grade 1. It was tight and original, but the left hammer wouldn't cock, and I hate getting into the innards of old doubles. Otherwise I'd have laid it in against my next trip west, into serious Cowboy Action Shooting country where it would be desirable trading stock if working.
Otherwise: The rattiest old Stevens single shot .22 bolt gun you ever saw for $100. A Ruger 10-22 of no distinction for $290. One of those rattletrap Rohm .22 single-sixes for about $230. A post-64 Model 94 Winchester for $490. ('course that included the rubber slip-on recoil pad. Who's that frail?) And so forth.
The standout, though, was a Findy Sickle Iver Johnson .32 rimfire breaktop, nice, bright silver thanks to a soaking in naval jelly and enthusiastic wire brushing. Bubba didn't bother to dissemble it first. Not a part would move. One hundred bucks.
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I settled for some shooty or otherwise lethal bric-a-brac -- a little ammunition and a nicely preserved Western 4 1/2-inch hunter from the '40s.
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