So I cruise into my favorite local gunshop a couple weeks ago, and I spy a used Ruger Vaquero in .45LC at a good price. Now, I've been looking for a Vaquero in LC for a while, but never found one on the cheap. I know she's heard me talk about a Vaquero for a while, despite her claims to the contrary.
Well, earlier this week, we were going out to buy some new living room furniture, and since the gun shop is on the way, I decide to stop in. I point out the Ruger to her, and tell her I think I'm going to get it. Well, as is my usual habit, I walk around the shop, taking in the other deals before I make my move on the gun I really want.
Before I know it, my wife tells the guy behind the counter that she wants the Vaquero. I am betrayed! She bought it for HERSELF!
Now, some of you may remember my last story about my wife's preference for guns. In a nutshell, she had always wanted a revolver, so I bought her an SP101. Then I bought a Kimber. For her, it was to hell with the SP101, she loved that Kimber.
So, to spite her, when she bought the Vaquero, I bought a Springfield 1911A1. I thought that if I had two 1911s, that would really burn her.
How wrong I was.
Now, I know that I can play with the Vaquero and shoot it anytime I want. But it's HERS, dammit! And the fact that it's hers and I can shoot it doesn't seem to faze her nearly as much as the fact that the 1911s are mine!
Women. If I live a thousand years, I will never understand them.