Well, seems I'm still part of the "Yes, I own one or more firearms" crowd... Or perhaps it'd be better phrasing to say I'm part of the "I now own ONE MORE firearm" crowd...
Was downtown this afternoon, picking up groceries and generally killing time, when I realized I was gonna be driving right past the LGS. I've been meaning to grab some more AR mags, so decided to pull in. Masked up, went inside, and headed to the corner where they've got a crate of Gen 2 30 round PMags. (which, at least so far, not a one of my ARs has objected to even slightly)
Stacked up half a dozen or so, and when I turned around from pulling them out of the crate, my eyes fell on one of the showcases. What's that I spy with my little eye? Looks somehow familiar. REAL familiar. A lot like a slightly larger version of the S&W model 15-1 I not only know quite well, but I've actually got strapped on my hip.
Head for the register, pile my mags on the counter, and tell the clerk, "I think you're holding my gun's big brother hostage over there", nodding toward the case where I'd seen the item in question.
"Really?", he replies, "And what makes you think a silly thing like that?"
In response, I hold back the tail of my flannel to let him put eyes on my Model 15. "I hear it calling to its little brother here."
"Aha!", sez he, grinning like a fiend and nodding, "I think I understand. You just step right over here, and let's discuss the ransom - want a cuppa coffee?"
Well, from there, things rapidly went downhill - for my bank account. Turns out the item in question was indeed my gun's younger big brother. A damn-near-new condition S&W Model 19-2 - The .357 Magnum version of my .38 Special Model 15. But while mine was made in 1959, this one is sporting a serial number that indicates it was probably born in either 1962 or 1963. When I say damn near new condition, I'm not kidding even a little. The bore is pristine. Bright and shiny, the rifling so deep and sharp it might have been cut yesterday. Flame-cutting on the top-strap? What's that? Cylinder lockup so tight that I can barely feel any motion at all no matter how hard I try to make things wiggle. Rust? If there is any, it's internal and invisible. Finish nearly perfect - Some *VERY* minor holster-rub marks near the muzzle, and maybe half a dozen super-fine scratches here and there from handling. The traditional smooth as warm butter S&W trigger pull, complete with "glass rod snap" break. The drag ring that usually wears into a revolver's cylinder is barely visible at all. I'd bet that whoever owned this gun put no more than a hundred rounds through it, if even that much. And the price tag hanging off the trigger-guard? My eyes about fell out of my head when I realized that I wasn't mis-reading it - it really DID only say $799. I've watched this particular gun, only in "beat-to-shit" condition, move on Gunbroker, and similar gun auction sites for north of $1500! And one that looked to be in about the same condition as this one, only complete with original, matching serial number box, and all the "toys" that they came with when new go for $3300 a couple of years ago.
I had to argue back and forth with myself for a bit, but in the end, what could I do? I couldn't leave things the way there were - the poor thing was obviously pining away, desperate for a loving home, so Mr. Debitcard jumped out of the wallet and offered to pay the ransom. I had to - I couldnt help it - I've been looking for exactly this gun for the last 4-5 years or so - not very hard, granted, but keeping an eye open. And finally, one falls into my hands at a price I know to be AT LEAST reasonable, if not flat-out "bargain basement". Especially with the beer flu and the resulting buying frenzy and prices skyrocketing that've been going on recently.
I get to take possession probably on the 2nd or 3rd of next year - After the idiotic 10 BUSINESS day wait the state mandates. I wanna know, if anybody can tell me: what gun crime was prevented by not letting me walk out the door with it today when (A) The NICS check came back immediately with (as fully expected) a "proceed" result, (B) I've got a valid (just renewed this spring) state-issued concealed carry permit, and perhaps most illogical of all, (C) The clerk knows full-well - he's seen it with his own "Eyeballs Mk I", and if any demonstration that it's real and loaded is needed, that demonstration is only a request away - that I've already got a gun strapped to my hip??? Is it not fairly self-evident from these facts that if I had any ill-intent, to either myself or others, I wouldn't have any need to drop most of a grand on a vintage, if not outright "collector-grade", classic revolver? I dunno about anybody else, but I sure as hell ain't gonna spend THAT kind of money on a throw-down gun! Not when I can go someplace and find a Hi-Point or similar piece of cheap, disposable crap for $200 or less!