I got out of the Army in April of '72. I came home to NW Montana and was planning to attend U of Montana beginning in the fall, but in the meanwhile I wanted to play which, to me at that time, included a lot of backpacking. My dad had given me a nice 27 for Christmas when I was in highschool, 6.5", and I shot it a lot over the years, even took several deer with it as I didn't have a hunting rifle in those days, the 27 was my one and only gun. But I was much enamored of the then new stainless steel guns and badly wanted a 66, but they were impossible to find, as were most S&W handguns in those days.
One day in May or June of '72 I wandered into a shop and they had a 4" 67. It wasn't the 66, was chambered for 38, not 357, but I decided I had to have it. I remember I had to pay right around $125 for the gun, which was new. Here it is, as it looks today, with OEM and some aftermarket grips.
I carried it into the backcountry for a number of years thereafter. I found that the 'white' stainless sights were hard to see on a sunny day, so I 'smoked' them from time to time with a candle or match. Although I haven't fired the gun in decades (more about that in a moment), the remnants of those smokings remain....
This gun has a lot of history for me. I used it to defend myself and my bride of just a couple of weeks from a home invasion burglary (before that term came into being) in the summer of '74. Fortunately, in that instance, no shots were fired and the miscreant retreated when confronted by an armed occupant.
In the late '70s and '80s I had some disposable income and began to acquire guns, and the 67 migrated to the bottom of the arsenal, as it were. In '90 my wife and I were divorced. When we were divvying up stuff she asked if she could have a gun, and I said sure. She chose the 67. Later, she moved far away and I didn't see the gun again......until 2010. I was visiting my son who now lives in Minneapolis and he was showing me a few guns he'd received from his maternal grandfather when he'd passed away a few years before. One of the guns he pulled out was my old 67! I was delighted, asked how he'd gotten it, and he said that his mom had found it in a drawer one day and given it to him.
Meanwhile, I had a nice 625 that my son was drooling over. I offered him a straight-across trade for the 67, and he jumped all over it. It was a good deal for him, and for me too. So, the 67 came home after a 20 year absence. I love having it.
Long story, sorry, just felt some gun nostalgia when I got to thinking about what I paid for the gun that sunny summer day 40 years ago.