So, I was opining in the shower this morning. I’ve been a shooter since I was a kid ( Thank You Dad!! RIP) and a collector of Winchesters and S&W’s for about 30 years now.
I still vividly remember Richard (RIP) who was the owner/ operator of Kirby Road Gunshop and a friend, up in Bloomington back in the 80’s-90’s speaking with great passion about how some guys couldn’t stop buying and were obsessed, buying just to be buying, with no plan to ever use them. He said it was a “sickness”. This has always stuck with me as an impressionable guy in early 20’s at the time.
I do totally understand the appreciation for a fine firearm, the attention to detail, the intricate metalwork, the amazing woodwork. Truly some firearms are works of art!
I’m rambling. But I guess it comes down to this: When does collecting become an illness or compulsion?
Not that I think I’m there. But I just want others opinions. Thanks all.
I still vividly remember Richard (RIP) who was the owner/ operator of Kirby Road Gunshop and a friend, up in Bloomington back in the 80’s-90’s speaking with great passion about how some guys couldn’t stop buying and were obsessed, buying just to be buying, with no plan to ever use them. He said it was a “sickness”. This has always stuck with me as an impressionable guy in early 20’s at the time.
I do totally understand the appreciation for a fine firearm, the attention to detail, the intricate metalwork, the amazing woodwork. Truly some firearms are works of art!
I’m rambling. But I guess it comes down to this: When does collecting become an illness or compulsion?
Not that I think I’m there. But I just want others opinions. Thanks all.
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