Perhaps the guy has a bunch of 12x guns...it has to be tough to own the steel and keep it locked away. One can only clean and polish so much before the joy becomes killed...
I feel this way everytime I leave my Pop's ranch...and he loves to remind me about it
Pops- " Hey Dugy, grab that 12x you just cleaned for the 1,000th time. She is clean enough... take her home with with ya and that sack of ammo and mags...oh wait, you decided to NOT get you FAC when it told you to and wanted to be a ski bum before university, bang tons of girls drink beers etc. in Whistler for 6 years, and mess around when I warned you the 'Man' would come down on interesting Firearms...hahaha...sorry boy why not take the stainless Colt Python in 4in instead or anyone of her 10+ sisters...oh wait

you can't!
...ahh screw it boy go do the dishes instead. And tell that Pitdog to stop chasing the neighbours lamas..." blah,blah,blah
(quite cry from me)
He is joking in a very sad way as he wants me to have all but 4 of his guns...It actually breaks his heart as he bought several of the 12x rifles with me in mind as I was to young and poor to afford them at the time.
I still ask to handle,strip, and oil them everytime I go for a visit
I have even bought a bunch of ammo he keeps in 'ammo cans' ( tks smoking gun fx) just because that is all I can do to participate.

Both my lil' sisters are equally as bum'ed out as they loved the PPK, Uzi and FN's...They have their PAL's too, but were born to late.
