After stopping by the Analog Mom’s house to pick up Ken, the Analog Step-Dad, he, the Analog Wife and I went on down the show at the (unnamed county) Fairgrounds.
Ken was looking for a holster and magazine for the Colt 1910 Pocket 25 he’d recently picked up and a spanner for the early style Poly-Choke interchangeable choke system, I was looking to sell a pistol and divest myself of my Bushmaster stuff, including a rifle and a shorty lower. The wife, on the other hand, wasn’t looking for much except to try and see what all the hoopla was about gun shows, from myself on one side and the hoplophobes on the other.
We got sort of a mixed bag.
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