Spring 1972 , I was thirteen I had worked all summer and fall mowing lawns, doing landscapping and up on roofs cleaning gutters plus helping Dad build a house. I saved up what money I didn't spend on ammo shooting Dad's .22 to buy my own. K-mart was new in the area but the gun counter guy had promised me they were going to have the Marlin 60 on sale in the spring. They did and I got it, Dad signed for it.
That fall, since I hadn't misused it the family greed to let my maternal Grandfather give me a 5 digit (nobody knew it was collectable back then) Ruger Standard Auto. 4 years later I saved up again and drug Dad to the LGS where he signed for a brand new Colt Series 70 Gvt Model
"Oh bother" said Pooh, as he punched the magazine release...
In some peoples minds "What if?" is just as real as What Is.
Think good thoughts about Ronny moving to the Netherlands ASAP