Colt National Match
My wife is getting her friend interested in guns. The friend has bought a Bersa Thunder .380, and brought it over yesterday afternoon to learn how to clean it.
She had called earlier to ask if she could bring Husband's gun along, too. I was told it was an old revolver, it was loaded, it was cocked, and had not been touched in years.
I told her to be VERY careful, but to bring it.
She left the gun in its leather pouch in the back of her car. I went out, feeling a little like a member of the bomb squad, and carefully opened the bag.
There, staring me in the face was one of the finest old guns I've ever seen. It was definately not a revolver. It was a Colt National Match. I wish today, I had taken more time and written down the s/n. I don't know what series it was. It simply had "Colt National Match" written along the side.
It had belonged to Husband's dad, who was the police chief of a small town. Husband is in his sixties. So the gun definately had some age on it.
It was well worn, but not abused. It was clean and seemed to cycle well.
My excitement seems to have bled over to her, and to her husband. Tomorrow when she goes to Ladies Night at the indoor range to practice with her Bersa, Husband will be following to get instructions on shooting his Colt.
I offered to buy it from him.
No word back on that.
Never argue with drunks or crazy people.