The other day, I got a text from him with one of his customer's info. Her husband had died and had some guns and ammo she wanted to sell.
Long story short, I ended up with a pair of .357s this afternoon. She's a sharp lady and knows what she has, but was looking for fair prices.
Most of what is left is ARs, etc. but these two came home with me after we came to an agreement.
Good shape, but really dirty. I didn't ask, but I'm betting it was lung cancer that got the old boy. They smell like ashtrays.


jb
