CScott
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In 1966 as an underage kid from NY, I spent the summer with relatives in Prescott AZ. My cousin took me into a friends bar on "Whisky Row" and bought me my first real drink. Pinch bottle Haig & Haig served neat. I have been drinking good scotch ever since.
About 2 years ago, I was in a restaurant in S. Colorado and noticed 18 year old MaCallan on the top shelf. It had been recommended to me by a senior sales manager in my company so I ordered a shot before dinner. Man was that good so I had another. When the bill came, I had been charged $28 each. I am saving up for a bottle but whenever I get a few dollars together, some danged old revolver shows up. A nose strait from heaven, I swear I can almost taste it.
Incidentally, that same cousin also showed me the first S&W that I had ever seen and "insisted" that I carry it on our fishing trips. It was a blue 22 4" Kit Gun but I don't know the model #. I have a Model 63 and a Model 17 now, among others. We also "limbered up" my uncle's 44 special, a Model of 1926 I think.
Good whisky, great revolvers, & trout fishing. I really need to call my cousin to thank him (or cuss him) for getting me on the right track way back when!
Happy Days,
Scott
About 2 years ago, I was in a restaurant in S. Colorado and noticed 18 year old MaCallan on the top shelf. It had been recommended to me by a senior sales manager in my company so I ordered a shot before dinner. Man was that good so I had another. When the bill came, I had been charged $28 each. I am saving up for a bottle but whenever I get a few dollars together, some danged old revolver shows up. A nose strait from heaven, I swear I can almost taste it.
Incidentally, that same cousin also showed me the first S&W that I had ever seen and "insisted" that I carry it on our fishing trips. It was a blue 22 4" Kit Gun but I don't know the model #. I have a Model 63 and a Model 17 now, among others. We also "limbered up" my uncle's 44 special, a Model of 1926 I think.
Good whisky, great revolvers, & trout fishing. I really need to call my cousin to thank him (or cuss him) for getting me on the right track way back when!
Happy Days,
Scott