My Father took a leave of absence from his job when he heard that Winchester was going to redesign the Model 70 and spent the better part of two months traveling all over the Northeast buying NIB and used Model 70s if they were in an uncommon configuration or caliber. I remember that 1963 was the year that our dining room was stacked with gun boxes and we had Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner in the kitchen, much to the annoyance of my Mother.
His buying spree worked out well for me, as shortly after my Father passed away, I traded a large stack of those rifles for a section of irrigated farm ground.
