OldScool.22
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In my 20 year pursuit of a 16 gauge Winchester model 12 with a ventilated rib Sometime it felt as if I was lost in a jungle, The Cost just simply too high to continue my pursuit. But just the other day when I was fighting through the jungle maze known as gunbroker, Suddenly I came to a clearing I was all alone and before me like some mayan ruin was the gun of my dreams. Maybe it was because I was so deep in the jungle few ventured there are possibly just the late hour, Maybe the mayan gods looked into my heart and saw that I was worthy. For whatever reason I was able to lay claim to my prize with very little financial pain. The moral of my story is don't give up on your dream gun, You just have to be in the right place at the right time.
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