OK. Enough time has gone by (over 50 years) for me to 'fess up to a moment of incredible foolishness. The year was 1959. I was 18 and going into the Navy. And I was broke. So I made the somewhat-less-than-Solomonic decision to sell three guns to a friend. The guns were:
- a Ruger Single Six .22 revolver with the extra .22 Magnum cylinder;
- a Winchester model 94 in .30-.30; and (gulp)
- a Winchester pump gallery gun in .22 (model 62?).
The sky-high price I extorted from my buddy? A whopping (double gulp) $200.
When I was eventually discharged, I asked my friend if he would sell the guns back to me. He just laughed. I think I have spent the last 50 or so years trying to make up for this act of youthful foolishness.