I walked into a local gun shop today without a single thought of buying a rifle. Sitting the rack was a familiar shape. It was a Mauser sporter. Slim, engraved, color case hardened small ring 98, solid rib, double set triggers, and as plain a piece of walnut as has ever been put on a rifle. I had to look at it. When I did I realized that it was a rifle I had sold probably 30 years ago in a fit of youthful stupidity. For years I have wished I would run across it again. That rifle was light as a feather and pointed well enough you could almost shoot quail with it! It hasn't changed a bit. Dang if it didn't follow me home. I know exactly where it is going to be on opening day of deer season and I have nine months to re develop those loads. I wish everybody, that has sold one and wished they hadn't, could have a day like this one.

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Harry