rburg
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OK, really my wife did. I hate it when she straightens things up. She set her sights on the closet this morning. I heard her making a bunch of noise, but I had a blanket on my lap and Tom cat on top of it. He was purring real good, and I was maybe snoring. It was my late morning nap, after the exhausting ordeal of getting up.
Finally, and only to be polite, I asked her what all the noise was about. Then she kind of demanded I go see her handiwork. No doubt everything will be impossible to find for months now. Then she pointed at a box that had been up too high to get down. She said "did you know there's a gun in that box!" No, but there might be a gun anyplace around here. So I felt obligated to look, since none of my favorites has been missing recently.
Of course as I was opening the box, I asked her if it was loaded. And in the normal wife-like fashion, she said she didn't know. Implying she didn't look. But then why was she digging in my stuff? Who cares.
Anyway, out comes a 3 something. Just by the feel I could tell it was loaded. 5 rounds of 158 grain ammo adds significant heft to the thing. So I opened it to make sure it was full (of course it was.) Then in the moderately good light of the closet, I looked to see what model. Obviously a J, and clearly had a hammer. Hmmmm. Right inside the crane was 360. And on the barrel was .38 S&W Special. Hmmmm. Yep, its been misplaced for the entire year and a half we've been in this house. If you'd look at it, you'd never guess it was one of only 50 of them they made way back in the beginning. Something about having the small frame window that won't take the longer .357 cylinder. Doesn't bother me a bit, hot 38s are more than enough for an old guy who doesn't like his hands hurt.
Now I don't know what to do with it. Maybe I should take the laser grips off my 351 and put them on it. Then I could put it in my field jacket, it was my dog walking coat, except the dog up and died. Someplace in my boxes of gun stuff I've got the cute little padded clamshell it came in. More of a fitted case than anything else. I'm guessing it was made back in the last century. I vaguely remember buying it at a gun show.
My gun pard John, now deceased like my dog (I miss them both terribly) had brought along one of the first 357s to sell. Someone in his family asked him to sell it for her. He dumped it too quick for me to decide. That's pretty fast (ask GF how long it takes some times!) So as I was lamenting my slowness, along comes this girl who wants to sell the gun. She had all the required stuff, even the original bill of sale from a few years before, and her drivers license to prove she was a hillbilly. The price was better than John wanted for his, so it provided me with cover for buying from someone else!
And that had to be over 5 years ago since John passed away 4 1/2 ago. And now I can claim that in the course of my nap, I am $500 richer! Life is good. I need and afternoon nap.
Finally, and only to be polite, I asked her what all the noise was about. Then she kind of demanded I go see her handiwork. No doubt everything will be impossible to find for months now. Then she pointed at a box that had been up too high to get down. She said "did you know there's a gun in that box!" No, but there might be a gun anyplace around here. So I felt obligated to look, since none of my favorites has been missing recently.
Of course as I was opening the box, I asked her if it was loaded. And in the normal wife-like fashion, she said she didn't know. Implying she didn't look. But then why was she digging in my stuff? Who cares.
Anyway, out comes a 3 something. Just by the feel I could tell it was loaded. 5 rounds of 158 grain ammo adds significant heft to the thing. So I opened it to make sure it was full (of course it was.) Then in the moderately good light of the closet, I looked to see what model. Obviously a J, and clearly had a hammer. Hmmmm. Right inside the crane was 360. And on the barrel was .38 S&W Special. Hmmmm. Yep, its been misplaced for the entire year and a half we've been in this house. If you'd look at it, you'd never guess it was one of only 50 of them they made way back in the beginning. Something about having the small frame window that won't take the longer .357 cylinder. Doesn't bother me a bit, hot 38s are more than enough for an old guy who doesn't like his hands hurt.
Now I don't know what to do with it. Maybe I should take the laser grips off my 351 and put them on it. Then I could put it in my field jacket, it was my dog walking coat, except the dog up and died. Someplace in my boxes of gun stuff I've got the cute little padded clamshell it came in. More of a fitted case than anything else. I'm guessing it was made back in the last century. I vaguely remember buying it at a gun show.
My gun pard John, now deceased like my dog (I miss them both terribly) had brought along one of the first 357s to sell. Someone in his family asked him to sell it for her. He dumped it too quick for me to decide. That's pretty fast (ask GF how long it takes some times!) So as I was lamenting my slowness, along comes this girl who wants to sell the gun. She had all the required stuff, even the original bill of sale from a few years before, and her drivers license to prove she was a hillbilly. The price was better than John wanted for his, so it provided me with cover for buying from someone else!
And that had to be over 5 years ago since John passed away 4 1/2 ago. And now I can claim that in the course of my nap, I am $500 richer! Life is good. I need and afternoon nap.
