Wall sir, I went to a gun show in Wheatland WY yesterday.
It was SASABERANGER's fault. He told me about the new show in town. It took me two trips to get the right weekend, but I finally got it right.
Anyway, I run across a table whut had 2 guns on it. The vendor said "that the guns warn't really for sale, he had just put them there to get folks to look at the other stuff he had for sale."
I got to be honest, I couldn't tell you what else was on that table to save my life.
There was a old Colt Woodsman with stag grips and this other old .22 revolver.
We passed some pleasantries and I asked if I could pick up that old .22 He said "yeh that would be fine, but he din't want to sell it very bad."
Well it had a price tag on it so I figgered it wuz worth a look.
From the price on the tag, I believed him when he said he din't want to sell it too bad.
It warn't half bad for an old gun. I thought well mebbe there was some potential here.
Feller sed "It wuz his Dad's gun and that he had never fired it."
Well, we was driftin' into the dickerin' stage here so I said "Well your Dad must have shot it some." From the looks of the breech face,I figgered with the age of the gun, if we prorated it, he might of fired a couple hunderd rounds a year.
He said "Yeh he could remember his dad shootin' bunnies with it but it hadn't been touched in 39 years."
Well I sed "I'd think on it a bit." I walked away and then I seen that feller walk over to another feller's table and borrow a rag to wipe off my finger prints. Hmmm I sez, That feller takes better care of his guns than I ever seen of a vendor at any gun show in my life.
I made another circle of the show tryin' to convince myself I din't want that gun and mebbe someone would buy it and put me out of my pain.
Din't work.. It was still there.. Now it was time to go into hunkerin' mode.
Now you got to understand about hunkerin'. This is when things git serious. Most times for me, it is buyin' or sellin' cattle.
A feller that expects to do some hunkerin' has got to do a little plannin' or it could get uncomfortable and a little dangerous.
Ya see, Hunkerin' is kind of a ceremony. This is when two fellers is serious about makin' a deal.
A good hunkerer comes prepared. He will have a pocket knife and some kind of a stick to whittle on or some prop to work with to stall for the right opening.
If'n he's smart he will have on a pair spurs with dull rowel's too cuz if things git too prolonged he kin git poked if he ain't careful.
Well anyway we commenced to hunker, This is when you squat down there in the corral and visit and whittle and when it gits to the bottom line you use that there whittled down stick to draw picture and brands and numbers in the dust and such.
Well this was plumb awkward as I din't have no stick, but to my credit I din't have on sharp spurs either.
It was plain this feller wasn't plannin' ahead cuz he had on some real gut rakes for spurs.
Well we commenced hunkerin' at first he had the advantage, he had that there gun to tempt me with and I din't have much to work on.
It got down to where I asked him if he had the box and stuff and he didn't but said he would take a little off for that.
Score points for me. Then he handed me the gun agin.. Damn.. low blow..... score points for him..
Then I pulled the trump.. Do you know if the grips is numbered to the gun?... No he din't know. score points to me... but he said he'd see if he could borrow a screw driver and we could find out.. more points for him...
Damn... this ain't goin' too good I'm gittin' weak.
Nah I'd bet they are the right grips and I wouldn't want you to risk buggerin' up the screw for that.. a point or two for me for carin' bout his gun.
He says, "Well I appreciate that, and I'll knock off a little bit more in case they ain't."
Well I could see that he actually would sell the gun and besides he was saggin' close to them rowels by now.
So we come to a deal. He come down a bunch and I went up a bunch and we shook hands on it. Like it is so often sed on this forum, I may have bought the gun a little bit too soon, but it coulda been worse. There was a catch in his voice when he handed me the gun and he sed he hoped I would take care of that gun. I told him he could bet the ranch on that.
Like I said, I may have bought it too soon, but I'm plumb tickled with my 71 year old .22.
K-22 Outdoorsman, first model.
It was SASABERANGER's fault. He told me about the new show in town. It took me two trips to get the right weekend, but I finally got it right.
Anyway, I run across a table whut had 2 guns on it. The vendor said "that the guns warn't really for sale, he had just put them there to get folks to look at the other stuff he had for sale."
I got to be honest, I couldn't tell you what else was on that table to save my life.
There was a old Colt Woodsman with stag grips and this other old .22 revolver.
We passed some pleasantries and I asked if I could pick up that old .22 He said "yeh that would be fine, but he din't want to sell it very bad."
Well it had a price tag on it so I figgered it wuz worth a look.
From the price on the tag, I believed him when he said he din't want to sell it too bad.
It warn't half bad for an old gun. I thought well mebbe there was some potential here.
Feller sed "It wuz his Dad's gun and that he had never fired it."
Well, we was driftin' into the dickerin' stage here so I said "Well your Dad must have shot it some." From the looks of the breech face,I figgered with the age of the gun, if we prorated it, he might of fired a couple hunderd rounds a year.
He said "Yeh he could remember his dad shootin' bunnies with it but it hadn't been touched in 39 years."
Well I sed "I'd think on it a bit." I walked away and then I seen that feller walk over to another feller's table and borrow a rag to wipe off my finger prints. Hmmm I sez, That feller takes better care of his guns than I ever seen of a vendor at any gun show in my life.
I made another circle of the show tryin' to convince myself I din't want that gun and mebbe someone would buy it and put me out of my pain.
Din't work.. It was still there.. Now it was time to go into hunkerin' mode.
Now you got to understand about hunkerin'. This is when things git serious. Most times for me, it is buyin' or sellin' cattle.
A feller that expects to do some hunkerin' has got to do a little plannin' or it could get uncomfortable and a little dangerous.
Ya see, Hunkerin' is kind of a ceremony. This is when two fellers is serious about makin' a deal.
A good hunkerer comes prepared. He will have a pocket knife and some kind of a stick to whittle on or some prop to work with to stall for the right opening.
If'n he's smart he will have on a pair spurs with dull rowel's too cuz if things git too prolonged he kin git poked if he ain't careful.
Well anyway we commenced to hunker, This is when you squat down there in the corral and visit and whittle and when it gits to the bottom line you use that there whittled down stick to draw picture and brands and numbers in the dust and such.
Well this was plumb awkward as I din't have no stick, but to my credit I din't have on sharp spurs either.
It was plain this feller wasn't plannin' ahead cuz he had on some real gut rakes for spurs.
Well we commenced hunkerin' at first he had the advantage, he had that there gun to tempt me with and I din't have much to work on.
It got down to where I asked him if he had the box and stuff and he didn't but said he would take a little off for that.
Score points for me. Then he handed me the gun agin.. Damn.. low blow..... score points for him..
Then I pulled the trump.. Do you know if the grips is numbered to the gun?... No he din't know. score points to me... but he said he'd see if he could borrow a screw driver and we could find out.. more points for him...
Damn... this ain't goin' too good I'm gittin' weak.
Nah I'd bet they are the right grips and I wouldn't want you to risk buggerin' up the screw for that.. a point or two for me for carin' bout his gun.
He says, "Well I appreciate that, and I'll knock off a little bit more in case they ain't."
Well I could see that he actually would sell the gun and besides he was saggin' close to them rowels by now.
So we come to a deal. He come down a bunch and I went up a bunch and we shook hands on it. Like it is so often sed on this forum, I may have bought the gun a little bit too soon, but it coulda been worse. There was a catch in his voice when he handed me the gun and he sed he hoped I would take care of that gun. I told him he could bet the ranch on that.
Like I said, I may have bought it too soon, but I'm plumb tickled with my 71 year old .22.
K-22 Outdoorsman, first model.
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