When I was a kid, long before I could drive, I still had the Jones for a good deer rifle. I was at the grocery store, (rode my bicycle to the store for Mom), and saw, on the bulletin board of the small town store, an ad for two (2) Krag carbines, at prices I couldn't afford. I had to shuttle them off in the back of my mind, because I knew, even with help, I couldn't afford one, let alone two.
I also missed a real Lee Enfield jungle carbine that ended up going for $8 at the farm auction, a little later.
I'm probably better off not getting them, as that was a rabbit hole I couldn't have crawled out of. Missouri farmers had eclectic tastes, even back then.


You can roll a turd in peanuts, dip it in chocolate, and it still ain't no damn Baby Ruth.