Today I was down in the dumps. Starting thinking about my youth.
Googled names of people I had gone to school with...half had passed on. Old loves gone but never forgotten.
Cars I wish I had kept....
But then I thought about the guns I had sold and traded off. All the guns of my youth are gone except for the .22 my dad gave me. Wish I still had my first CF rifle....M700 HB in .222 and my first CF handgun.... Colt Officers Target in .38 Spl.
Do not sell your first real guns unless you are starving. You can likely never enjoy your first woman again, but guns are timeless. My .223’s are not the same as that old M700 with the K-12. In some ways the .223’s are better but still not as good...doesn’t makes sense until you get old.
It is an awaking when almost half the people you went to school with are gone.