Faulkner
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Here's an interesting situation that I was recently involved in.
I received a call from the widow of retired police officer who passed away from a heart attack about a year ago. I'd first met her husband when he was still on the job, he was nearing the end of his LE career as I was beginning mine and he retired from one of the local police departments 5 or 6 years ago. In a conversation at the shooting range one day we discovered we both did some reloading and developed a friendship as a result.
Anyway, she called letting me know that she was just getting around to cleaning out some of the stuff in his shop and wanted to know if I'd be interested in looking at some of his reloading equipment. I told her I'd come by tomorrow and see what she had, and told her I'd bring another buddy of mine who was just getting into reloading as well.
Next afternoon we went by to see what all she wanted to get rid of. Most all of the reloading equipment, and it was a good setup, was Lee. I'm a Dillon guy, but my buddy I brought along ended up making an offer on all the equipment lock, stock, and barrel. I thought it was a very fair offer and she accepted.
There was also a lot of ammo cans that he had stored his reloading supplies in. I went through half a dozen or so and found used but polished .45 ACP, 9mm, and .40 S&W brass. Another can had a couple of unopened 1lb cans of Titegroup powder, and another one had three 500 count boxes of CCI small pistol primers. She asked me what I thought it was worth and I told her in the right market there were several hundred dollars worth of stuff. She asked me if it was worth $200, and I told her "oh yeah, at least twice that."
She said, "if you are interested in it I'll take $150.00 for it. Otherwise, I'll try to sell it on Facebook for $200.00."
"Okay, I'll give you $150.00 for it," I replied.
Since we were in my pickup, we loaded up all the stuff we'd purchased and thanked her.
She said, "no, thank you! I was afraid I was going to have to pay someone to haul it off."
I dropped my buddy off at his house and helped him unload his "new" reloading gear. He said he couldn't wait to start setting up the following weekend. I then headed home and unloaded all the ammo cans in my shop and then went in for supper. After supper, I went back out to look in more detail at my newly acquired loot. I found one can had some 180 grain FMJ .40 bullets, another one was about 1/2 full of .45 ACP JHP's. One was full of used but polished .38 Special brass, and one had a bar scale wrapped in shop rags. Based on what I was seeing I figured I got more than my $150 worth.
I got down to the last few smaller ammo cans and noticed they were pretty heavy . . . alright!! More bullets I hoped. Boy, was I wrong, it was full of rolled quarters! Wow! The next couple of cans were about half full of rolled nickles, dimes, and pennies. The last one had unrolled quarters. My youngest son, the college boy, came in about then to check out my latest haul we'd talked about over supper.
"Wow dad, that's better than buried treasure. Let's count it."
We counted it and it came out to over $1,100 and some change. It was still early in the evening so we loaded the ammo cans with the coins back in the truck and we headed back to the widows house. Thirty minutes later I was ringing her bell and she was surprised to see me. I apologized for coming back so soon and asked her if she'd step out to my truck and look at what I'd found in some of the ammo cans.
"Sure," she said, "lets go take a look."
When I dropped the tailgate, pulled over the cans and opened them up she looked in and put her hand over her mouth. "Lordy be, reckon how much is there?"
"A little over $1,100.00"
She looked up at me with a curious look and I told her right off, "ma'am, that's your money. It don't belong to me."
"If you'd not brought it back here I would have never known about it," she said.
"Probably not."
She said, "Well, by golly, the least I can do is give you your $150 back, and I won't take 'no' for an answer."
"You got a deal," and we carried the ammo cans into the house for her.
I received a call from the widow of retired police officer who passed away from a heart attack about a year ago. I'd first met her husband when he was still on the job, he was nearing the end of his LE career as I was beginning mine and he retired from one of the local police departments 5 or 6 years ago. In a conversation at the shooting range one day we discovered we both did some reloading and developed a friendship as a result.
Anyway, she called letting me know that she was just getting around to cleaning out some of the stuff in his shop and wanted to know if I'd be interested in looking at some of his reloading equipment. I told her I'd come by tomorrow and see what she had, and told her I'd bring another buddy of mine who was just getting into reloading as well.
Next afternoon we went by to see what all she wanted to get rid of. Most all of the reloading equipment, and it was a good setup, was Lee. I'm a Dillon guy, but my buddy I brought along ended up making an offer on all the equipment lock, stock, and barrel. I thought it was a very fair offer and she accepted.
There was also a lot of ammo cans that he had stored his reloading supplies in. I went through half a dozen or so and found used but polished .45 ACP, 9mm, and .40 S&W brass. Another can had a couple of unopened 1lb cans of Titegroup powder, and another one had three 500 count boxes of CCI small pistol primers. She asked me what I thought it was worth and I told her in the right market there were several hundred dollars worth of stuff. She asked me if it was worth $200, and I told her "oh yeah, at least twice that."
She said, "if you are interested in it I'll take $150.00 for it. Otherwise, I'll try to sell it on Facebook for $200.00."
"Okay, I'll give you $150.00 for it," I replied.
Since we were in my pickup, we loaded up all the stuff we'd purchased and thanked her.
She said, "no, thank you! I was afraid I was going to have to pay someone to haul it off."
I dropped my buddy off at his house and helped him unload his "new" reloading gear. He said he couldn't wait to start setting up the following weekend. I then headed home and unloaded all the ammo cans in my shop and then went in for supper. After supper, I went back out to look in more detail at my newly acquired loot. I found one can had some 180 grain FMJ .40 bullets, another one was about 1/2 full of .45 ACP JHP's. One was full of used but polished .38 Special brass, and one had a bar scale wrapped in shop rags. Based on what I was seeing I figured I got more than my $150 worth.
I got down to the last few smaller ammo cans and noticed they were pretty heavy . . . alright!! More bullets I hoped. Boy, was I wrong, it was full of rolled quarters! Wow! The next couple of cans were about half full of rolled nickles, dimes, and pennies. The last one had unrolled quarters. My youngest son, the college boy, came in about then to check out my latest haul we'd talked about over supper.
"Wow dad, that's better than buried treasure. Let's count it."
We counted it and it came out to over $1,100 and some change. It was still early in the evening so we loaded the ammo cans with the coins back in the truck and we headed back to the widows house. Thirty minutes later I was ringing her bell and she was surprised to see me. I apologized for coming back so soon and asked her if she'd step out to my truck and look at what I'd found in some of the ammo cans.
"Sure," she said, "lets go take a look."
When I dropped the tailgate, pulled over the cans and opened them up she looked in and put her hand over her mouth. "Lordy be, reckon how much is there?"
"A little over $1,100.00"
She looked up at me with a curious look and I told her right off, "ma'am, that's your money. It don't belong to me."
"If you'd not brought it back here I would have never known about it," she said.
"Probably not."
She said, "Well, by golly, the least I can do is give you your $150 back, and I won't take 'no' for an answer."
"You got a deal," and we carried the ammo cans into the house for her.
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