Right around 1968, my brother and I were really excited about getting to hunt deer with my brother-in-law's family. We went to visit my aunt and uncle in Sacramento, and we were telling everyone we were saving up our money to buy rifles.
Then this nice old guy said, "I think I have a rifle I can sell."
He went home and brought back an 1894 Winchester with a 26" octagonal barrel in 32 Special. When we asked the price, he looked at two young, excited, piss-poor kids and said, "Oh, I think $25 should do it."
We RAN to mom, and promising all of our allowance for the next several years and all of our lawn-mowing and neighborhood bottle-scrounging money, she ponied up the dough. I don't think I was ever so excited!
