Today I went to the hardware store to get some plastic hose. I saw the owner at the gun counter polishing a new Winchester 94 in 30/30. He strikes up a conversation about my AR-10 and then on to the new Winchester he is polishing. I tell him I was thinking about a 30/30 for my inventory. He says here, hold it. I take it from him, shoulder the rifle and check it's sights, then I work and listen to it's action, Oh Oh palpitations start. He casually mentions the price. I give the rifle back to him with my sweaty hands and he starts to polish the receiver again. Each time his polishing rag crosses the receiver I start to feel a little more anxious. I am torn at this point, I know I should leave but I can't. I see the $$$ signs in my mind, now I need a plan to get this rifle without getting my ass in a sling with the wife. After the AR-10 I promised I would lay off for awhile. So magically (perhaps the devil even helped) a idea pops into my mind how I can pull this off, <<>>. So now I've got the rifle blues until I get my new last rifle for awhile home. The wife really so far has taken it pretty well, but I think I know why. She has started to paint the house and was talking about new rugs and furniture, (damn what a waste of good money) but anyhow, she got me, or maybe I got myself.
All the way home I'm thinking it must have been his polishing rag going across the receiver that got me hot. Damn I feel so cheap and taken advantage of. HE+HE+HE