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The local PD is holding a gun turn in event (they know better than to claim to "buy back" what was never theirs) today. It was advertised as a place to get rid of unwanted guns, including ones "left behind by someone who no longer lives at the residence". $60 for anything that was ever capable of shooting, no questions asked. I decided that was as good a price as I would ever receive for the remains of an Iver Johnson breaktop parts gun.
A young (aren't they all) officer outside the door was checking the incoming guns to insure they were unloaded and then sending the donors in to drop off the guns. While I was waiting he was lamenting that an old Mossberg .22 target rifle couldn't be cleaned up and put back to use. I liked him, even though I had to tell him how to open the IJ.
As I came back out a lady who was elderly even compared to me was showing him a blue-worn 4" Model 10 with some sort of DIY inlays in the grips. The snatch of conversation I heard on the way past made my heart sink. Officer: This was probably his duty gun. Lady: Yes, I think it was.
I got back in the truck mentally repeating "MYOB". Then I saw the lady walking back to her car, still holding an obviously heavy paper bag. I rolled down the widow and called to the officer "That was a good thing you did" with a big thumbs up. "What?" "Sending her home. Nobody's duty piece belongs at one of these things. Ever."
He smiled, I smiled and I'll bet some of you will, too.
A young (aren't they all) officer outside the door was checking the incoming guns to insure they were unloaded and then sending the donors in to drop off the guns. While I was waiting he was lamenting that an old Mossberg .22 target rifle couldn't be cleaned up and put back to use. I liked him, even though I had to tell him how to open the IJ.
As I came back out a lady who was elderly even compared to me was showing him a blue-worn 4" Model 10 with some sort of DIY inlays in the grips. The snatch of conversation I heard on the way past made my heart sink. Officer: This was probably his duty gun. Lady: Yes, I think it was.
I got back in the truck mentally repeating "MYOB". Then I saw the lady walking back to her car, still holding an obviously heavy paper bag. I rolled down the widow and called to the officer "That was a good thing you did" with a big thumbs up. "What?" "Sending her home. Nobody's duty piece belongs at one of these things. Ever."
He smiled, I smiled and I'll bet some of you will, too.