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Last Updated: Aug 28, 2009 - 10:45:21 AM |
I got an email from a fellow from Florida, who says he
heard I have a Ruger
Single Six that I'm not using. He said he was interested in
it and could give it a good home.
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So I sent him back an email telling him it was old and
dusty, had a touch of surface rust on it here and there, I hadn't shot
it for at least ten years and I was keeping it in my computer desk as
one of the "house guns". Told him I wanted a lot of money for it, I
insisted that every regulation would be strictly observed in the
unlikely event that he decided to buy it, told him that I would ship it
to his local gun shop when I received a valid legal copy of the FFL,
and sent him some bad pictures of the old junker.
The son of a gun just wouldn't be persuaded. He said it wasn't as OLD
as he had wanted, but he could make do with it. Promised to have his
bank send me a check for what turned out to be an eminently fair price
(included shipping charges), would send a FFL color copy with the
signature in red, and even included a replica of his business card ...
a lawman from Florida.
Well, the price was less than half what
a new one would cost, but it was pretty close to what I paid
for it in the '80s.
Darn, I was sure I could talk him out of it. But he was so fair and reasonable, I finally broke down and sold him the gun.
I hate to sell a gun. Especially a sweet little revolver like the Ruger Single Six.
It's not as if I have any real use for the gun, or that I've even taken
it out now and then for a friendly day at the range as any respectful
gun-owner should do from time to time.
And it isn't as if I have any special affection for revolvers (although
I do own four of them). It's just that I've never had a gun that I
didn't want, usually for reasons which wouldn't make much sense to a
lot of sensible people.
But, you've heard of persuasive salesman? This guy was a persuasive buyer.
The
deal-breaker deal-maker was the story of how his
grandfather had an OLD Single Six, with black grips fixed sights, circa
1957. When the old man passed on, he was too young to be considered a
suitable recipient of the gun and it disappeared into the vast
wasteland which is Family.
Now he has a couple of very young grandsons, and he considers the
Single Six to be the perfect starter-gun for them. He figures he can
get aftermarket black rubber grips to put on it.
Ackkkk! Rubber
grips on a single-action revolver? Well, okay. Small boys need all the
help they can get to hang on to a pistol. I made him promise to keep
the nice, slick Walnut grips, though. He may want to shoot the gun
himself.
And I also insisted that I wanted some pictures of The Boys, shooting the gun. Gotta make sure it goes to A Good Home, you know.
Man, I drive a hard bargain.
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