Something that none of you have specifically mentioned so far is the love of quality or rather,,,, the feel of it.
Unfortunately these days so many firearms are so light, plasticy, rattlley, and loose it makes me wanna puke.
But then when you pick up something of real good quality, ie: timber, fit, finish, blue, etc, a blind man could drool.
I think that the doctor that I had quite some years back summed everything up to perfection.
I had gone through a nasty and dirty marriage break down after 30 plus years.
Two months after the actual split, I had a knock on the door one night by the local cop.
He came in and said to me that he had been ordered to remove all my firearms.
I said WHY ?
He said that in light of what had happened it was a good idea in case I harmed myself.
I just laughed at him and said Mate,,,,, if I was gonna do anything like that it would've been done about two months ago.
Long story shortened, he bundled em up and took them with him.
To this day I still don't know how it came about, because the order was made and signed off by a doctor that I did not even know,, nor had consulted.The next day I went to see MY doctor of 10 years, and explained what had happened.
She (doctor) went absolutely ballistic, and rang someone (she didn't say who) and said to the person,,,,,
"What have you done,,,,, If you knew my patient and had come through the correct channels, you would realise that this mans guns are about the only thing keeping him sane at the moment."
>>>>>>> I got all my guns back that afternoon ,, albeit some were dented and scratched by some moron at the major police station <<<<<<<<<<<
At least I know what I love and why.
I do not fear death itself... Only its inopportune timing!
I've come to realize that,,,,, the two most loving, loyal, and trustworthy females in my entire life were both canines.