My Dad was a Remington Director in the 60's. The Directors could buy guns at dealer prices, but somehow they always seemed to end up with really nice wood. For some reason, I decided to sell a .22 541S he had ordered. Took it to an OGCA show and sold it to an Amish man for my asking price. He wa going to use it for their Saturday night shoots in a barn. As soon as he paid me, and was walking away, I knew I had made a mistake. Gawd, I wish I had that one back. Bought another 541S a few years ago, but it ain't the same
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