rburg
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OK, the pain and suffering is over. I'm poorer, fatter, and exhausted. Like I usually am after the 3 day weekend. Lee didn't show, he was busy with some odd chore. Sure were a lot of our members around. A lot of them stopped to say "hi".
I sold no guns, as in zero. I only bought one. It was a 1930s vintage 32-20 target. I've seen better an a lot worse. I wanted a newer one, and I managed to find one in the estate sale being mothered by David Carroll. I have no idea how he slipped up and priced it so cheaply, but to me, its about a 90% gun. He only wanted $1250 for it, and thats what I paid. The poor, destitute widow wasn't coming off the prices they put on the guns (there were a few exceptions.) I'm happy, and my pard Joe wants to buy it off me, or so he says. 90% is very good shooter grade. But its below investment grade for all but the rarest of guns. Its certainly not going to give Jim Fishers gun a run for the money, but its nice. And its mine.
Sure were a bunch of nice guns to select from. Our little island was 14 other tables, all occupied by the sale, and ours. As a result, we spent most of our time helping the 3 of them try to keep order. Too many tables, too few folks to man them. We all did our best.
I finally met the Fugates. They weren't monsters as depicted here in the past. And they were like piranha feeding on the collection. And paying cash money to boot. Everyone we don't know gets nicknames. Some flattering, some not so much. We all liked the younger brothers girl friend (I thought she was his wife.) She's pretty and kind of reserved. Smiles easily. The kind us old perverts want to like. They were buying guns I'm not interested in, much. Its a big world, room for us all. Especially when they're not competing for the guns I like.
And I learned some things, concluded others. The collection being sold down was a general gun collection. It ranged from fairly high dollar shotguns, past older Winchesters, Smiths and Colts, into the dregs, like Rugers, High Standards, and even some Lugers, etc. David will be putting whats left up on his web page soon. Or at least that's what he says he's going to do.
The ammo shortage is bogus. Anyone who came to the show could pretty much find ammo in the calibers he or she wanted. Maybe not at the prices they wanted to pay, but the ammo was there. My table pard managed to score 3 boxes of .380. Older ammo, but ammo generally doesn't go bad. He paid $40 for it, and barely got it back to our tables when some clown managed to beg it off him for $85. The consensus was the guy got a bargain. He ended up paying under $30 a box. Lots of factory new .380s for $50 a box. Primers, even at $50 a sleeve of 1000 were selling at $50 and up. But they were there if you wanted to pay the price. I saw pallets of 9mm and .45s early, mostly gone by the closing bell.
Can't leave Blake out. He's worried sick I'm going to trash him (as I always do.) Too bad, Blake.
I sold no guns, as in zero. I only bought one. It was a 1930s vintage 32-20 target. I've seen better an a lot worse. I wanted a newer one, and I managed to find one in the estate sale being mothered by David Carroll. I have no idea how he slipped up and priced it so cheaply, but to me, its about a 90% gun. He only wanted $1250 for it, and thats what I paid. The poor, destitute widow wasn't coming off the prices they put on the guns (there were a few exceptions.) I'm happy, and my pard Joe wants to buy it off me, or so he says. 90% is very good shooter grade. But its below investment grade for all but the rarest of guns. Its certainly not going to give Jim Fishers gun a run for the money, but its nice. And its mine.
Sure were a bunch of nice guns to select from. Our little island was 14 other tables, all occupied by the sale, and ours. As a result, we spent most of our time helping the 3 of them try to keep order. Too many tables, too few folks to man them. We all did our best.
I finally met the Fugates. They weren't monsters as depicted here in the past. And they were like piranha feeding on the collection. And paying cash money to boot. Everyone we don't know gets nicknames. Some flattering, some not so much. We all liked the younger brothers girl friend (I thought she was his wife.) She's pretty and kind of reserved. Smiles easily. The kind us old perverts want to like. They were buying guns I'm not interested in, much. Its a big world, room for us all. Especially when they're not competing for the guns I like.
And I learned some things, concluded others. The collection being sold down was a general gun collection. It ranged from fairly high dollar shotguns, past older Winchesters, Smiths and Colts, into the dregs, like Rugers, High Standards, and even some Lugers, etc. David will be putting whats left up on his web page soon. Or at least that's what he says he's going to do.
The ammo shortage is bogus. Anyone who came to the show could pretty much find ammo in the calibers he or she wanted. Maybe not at the prices they wanted to pay, but the ammo was there. My table pard managed to score 3 boxes of .380. Older ammo, but ammo generally doesn't go bad. He paid $40 for it, and barely got it back to our tables when some clown managed to beg it off him for $85. The consensus was the guy got a bargain. He ended up paying under $30 a box. Lots of factory new .380s for $50 a box. Primers, even at $50 a sleeve of 1000 were selling at $50 and up. But they were there if you wanted to pay the price. I saw pallets of 9mm and .45s early, mostly gone by the closing bell.
Can't leave Blake out. He's worried sick I'm going to trash him (as I always do.) Too bad, Blake.
