I generally fall asleep in the deer blind and can't begin to say what thoughts pass through my subconscious while I'm sitting there quietly becoming covered up in the pure white sifted snow...
I sold my 1965 GTO a long, long time ago and to this day have this inhumane nightmare that I still own it stored away in some vine-covered garage somewhere in the woods next to a deserted stone mansion that I can't find... go figure that one out - I certainly can't.
Guns I have sold and regretted ever after? - My Dad's wonderfully accurate Savage 99 in .300 Savage. He was well into Alzheimer's and didn't even know he had a rifle much less remember that he had taken his ten-year-old boy deer hunting in Vermont back in '58. I had my own rifle and didn't need his long-barreled Savage that weighed about 8 lbs. and so I sold it and his Lyman hand loading kit with dies, scale, etc., bullets, shells, primers, powder, early reloading books and the military ammo box that held all that stuff all for $300. The guy who bought it left my house with a distinct gleam in his eye making me know deep inside I had let it go way too cheaply.
Parker Double Trap no. 230760. I'll always regret letting that one go but sacrificing that one made way for more nice Parkers - this I don't regret.
As time goes by I'm sure there will be others but in the meantime I take enormous pleasure in sleeping while on stand as the hiss of falling snow comforts me - it has always been my very favorite lullaby. Shhhh... be vewy, vewy quiet
