My wife and son went and fetched the shotgun yesterday from a portly fellow in his late 40s who works in a small factory in a town twenty miles north of here. At 4 o'clock this guy ends work in one room at his regular job and can be heard making his way from that room next door into another room where he sticks a magnetic sign onto the door that says he is now a "Gunsmith". He sells no guns, just does transfers and repairs. His background check on my wife lasted thirty seconds. Our son thought the place was cool, thought the rifle cooler. Couldn't take his eyes off it. It looks like a shotgun that came off the film Home From the Hill carried by Robert Mitchum's young and eager son. Well oiled, clean & lean looking up both barrels, the "click" on the trigger when the safety is off. That it still has its leather satchel after fifty years tells one everything about its former owner and new owner. The same boys.
