About 30 years ago when I was full time at the shop college kid walked in with a standard old run of the mill '86 rifle in 45-90. Thing was it was really nice. Lots of color still on the receiver, and wood was really nice. Kid wanted to sell it. Damn nice rifle.

I asked him how he came by it. He said when he was a kid, old lady in the neighborhood died and the family cleaned out the house. He was riding his bicycle down the street, passed one of the garbage cans, and the butt of the rifle was sticking out. So he pulled it out and took it home.

Really nice piece. He said he always just kept it in his closet. Needed some cash. Wanted to sell it. He turned down the offer that was made to him by shop manager. One of the old shop buzzards followed him outside and bought it from him in the parking lot.


Founder
Ancient Order of the 1895 Winchester

"Come, shall we go and kill us venison?
And yet it irks me the poor dappled fools,
Being native burghers of this desert city,
Should in their own confines with forked heads
Have their round haunches gored."

WS