It's always amusing to confess to some really bad decisions selling guns you wish you had today.Everyone on this board, I suspect, has done this at least once...maybe some of us more than once.
At least in my case, I'll plead young and stupid. Might even throw in a "I was trying to do the right and honorable thing".
My first gun (meaning it was mine) was a J.P.Sauer double purchased in 1959.At that time, Stoeger was importing them. I believe they called it a Model 8...double trigger, cheekpiece, swivels and Greener action. 12 gauge, M/F with 28" barrels.Case hardened receiver and some scroll work on the action.
I was 14 then.I had run a paper route for 3 years to save up 50% of the cost.That was the deal: I paid half and my Dad chipped in the other half.At the time, they sold for about $160.So 80 bucks , when you maybe made 2 bucks a week delivering 25 papers by bike over a 6 mile ride...and , of course, had to treat yourself once in a while to a malted for $.35, was motivated savings.Keep in mind that pre-64 Model 70s sold, if I remember correctly, for about $139...then.
So after I passed my Hunter Safety Course at 14...couldn't do it any earlier then in NJ...we went to Rockaway Sales and I walked out the proud owner of the Sauer.Back then, nobody had even heard of a 4473 or the other BS we deal with today.Cash and carry.
As you can imagine, that shotgun received the highest level of TLC.I doubt I even put a box of shells through it over several years...nobody back then wasted money on practice or claybirds.A box of shells could last several seasons, depending on where you hunted and what you saw.
Fast forward to 1968.I was in grad school at Cornell and about to get married.Living on a Fellowship for my Ph.D. of about $240 per month.And somehow...really don't remember,I had accumulated about $100 debt.Maybe books...not sure anymore.
So I felt duty bound to not get married being in debt.As I mentioned, young and stupid.So I needed to raise some cash...and quickly.
I took the Sauer up to a gun shop outside Ithaca.One of the old original shops that still had a pot belly stove for heat.The owner, probably in his late 50s...woolrich shirt and pants with suspenders...listened to my long sad tale of woe.
He looked over the Sauer...in 99%+, almost NIB condition...he hemmed and hawed...everyone knows the drill ...and allowed as to how he might be able to go a "hunert" on it.
So, like a lamb to slaughter,I said OK.
And I've regretted that day every since for almost 40 years.