[QUOTE=Jack Cronkhite;10687]I wonder had Mike stuffed one chamber with the loot rather than both muzzles if the brother-in-law might have noticed on loading. The guy was lucky to come back unscathed after firing a wallhanger a few times. That said, thanks for sharing a good cash storage spot. All I have to do is remember before I create my own confetti.
Cheers,
Jack- you are right about the chambers. Mike must have rolled each twenty to fit the muzzle diameter, and I think he chose that method for his stash as that old double was stiff on opening. This was many years before steel shot loads, my guess is- Irene's brother found some old paper hulls and used those, probably "ground-swatted" the ducks too, as according to Mike, he wasn't "wrapped too tightly.
Not a gun or gun case "stash story" but about 12 years ago, gal and I were in Nashville, I was just getting into guitars- went into a small music store (not Gruens- where fotos of Stevie Ray, Eric, Robert Johnson etc line the walls)- played an older Gibson Sunburst, liked it but the gal behind the counter said she had a almost brand new one, with case, for a bit less $ that belonged to her ex-boyfriend, a session player and maybe a roadie as well.
Louise, who was buying me a guitar that day, said :"Can we see it please"- She brought it out from the back in the case and placed it on the counter and opened the four snaps. Beautiful- I asked if I could take it out and play it, she said "Sure" and Louise, admiring the case (lined in green baize like a deluxe coffin) opened the storage compartment flap- expecting to see extra strings, picks, a capo, whatever- inside there was a big wad of $50 bills secured with a rubber band, and two baggies full of white powder- and my guess, it wasn't "Sweet and Low"--huum-
The sales lady's eyes got as big as those of a freshly stomped on toad, she muttered something about "That no-good SOB tried to tell me he was broke- I'll fix his wagon" etc-- I handed her back the guitar without saying a word, looked at Louise, and she nodded her head and we both walked out the door.
Not exactly in the same league as Rick Blaine stashing those letters of transit in the back of Dooley Wilson's spinet piano in Casablanca, but sure does make life interesting at times I'd venture!!
Mike was always lucky-!!
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