02 October 2014

It Was Once

My Colt Anaconda (6", .45 Colt) was once a grail gun.

The luster has worn off it.

It's a safe queen.

I hate those.

The reason I wanted one so badly was being forced to choose between living in a box and the gun.  I think I chose correctly and years later I bought the present gun as a replacement for it.

I am in the rarely encountered zone where I don't want a gun and own it.

It's in great shape and is a very nice shooter, I just don't really want it anymore.

$1,800 would certainly get it delivered to your local FFL.  Just sayin'...

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