Got to play with a nice piece of history today........

Guys,

I got to play with a nice piece of history today. A guy came into the Bullet Stop while I was playing with my sixguns, and I noticed he had a nice lookin' Blackhawk. I asked him what he had, and he says, "Oh, some guns my uncle gave me.". He let me shoot the Blackhawk, which turned out to be a .44. Serial number 1911! I nearly crapped! (Nope, it's not for sale, I asked, and my buddy was jumping up and down, yelling, "DIBS!!!")

Same guy's uncle also left him a matched pair of rifles. A 94 and 94-22. Why do people who could care less about guns inherit the ones I would snorkel in a manure pit for?

Welcome Spurrit.
If he changes his mind, I have an extra snorkel. :)