Back some 30 years ago I sold a .45 cal JBMR to a good friend. It has hung on his wall ever since. A month or two ago I saw him at the Post Office, the last thing he said to me was: Hey, why don't you come buy some of those muzzle loaders you sold me. I said I would. A few days later someone fell asleep at the wheel and killed my friend while he was riding his Harley. I went over today and bought a couple of rifles from his widow. I plan to hunt with the Mountain rifle this fall. There was some rust from hanging on the wall but the bore is still good and the rifle is as I sold it to him so many years ago. I'd forgotten how nice it was. These rifles were very well made. I wish I could have handed him the cash instead of his wife. As I get older my life long friends are dyeing in great numbers, I'm only 66! I miss my pals but I know we have to go when our name comes up. I hope I get a crack at a deer while I have that rifle in my hand.
Nit Wit
Nit Wit