Unless you’re the executor of the estate and the kids are disinterested and will get the money for college. Sad. But been there, done that. Called everyone I knew who’d want them, and told them the reasonable prices the estate would take, most sold, a few went to the gunsmith who sold them and gave lower but reasonable prices.
Sigh. Was happy to hand the estate the checks and then write the checks for his girls.
I'm jonesing for a Sig Sauer P226, preferably a stainless frame and slide nitril finished model if I can find one.
My P226 is the handgun I shoot best. Or maybe tied with my 1911.
Just love my 226s. Yes there’s an s on that.
@Sac Arrow watch out on the stainless ones, just because they’re freaking HEAVY... as they should be. Kinda a PITA in some holsters. Hahaha. Pull the pants down for ya. But I’m sure you know this if you know you want stainless.
The real honker is my Sig P220 Stainless Elite. That thing is a brick. Fun to shoot but good lord it’ll pull down a pair of pants without a proper gun belt.
... a deer got hit right in front of their place, and one of the other neighbors grabbed a .45 to put the deer out of it's misery, and the complainant neighbor steps back and gasps, "Oh, I'm so scared of guns!" Everyone on our street shoots except this one.
Oh I HATE our neighboring county for how they deal with deer hit on roads leading out here to our more rural county. Out here, of course, someone would dispatch the poor animal and if the Sheriff got there first, they’d do it and call people to see if they wanted the meat.
The neighboring county closer to “civilization” bans their officers from discharging a weapon for that purpose. Instead they have to call Animal Control who will take at a minimum 30 minutes to arrive, usually closer to an hour or hour and a half, and just stand there watching the animal scream in pain. Because their city constituents don’t want to hear gunfire on two lane county roads in horse property country.
People who torture animals hit by cars, by POLICY, can go straight to Hell.
We watched a deer writhing in pain when one of these “civilized” ass-hat ladies in a fancy Escalade plowed into it without so much as braking or turning the steering wheel as it was standing in the road. Probably texting that she’d be late to the charity ball or something.
Anyway. Sheriff arrives and tells us he can’t shoot it. Just puts the lights on and watches an animal with four broken legs and internal injuries writhe and scream in the road. I was so ****ed off.
We drove on into town, had time to run errands, ate dinner, and returned home by the same road. Cop still there, lights on, dead deer dragged to the median. Still no sign of their precious Animal Control truck.
One mile east, that deer would have been shot mercifully within moments of the Sheriff arriving.
F*** the neighboring county and their animal torture policies. Seriously. A deer gets hit WEEKLY on that road in mating season when they’re all roaming around.
Thankfully MOST of that road is in OUR county and not the county with the ass-hat main Sheriff.