Well said, Lord Lowell - look at the hapless gunshow types in their wheelchairs or towing O2 bottles on their follow-on dollies or handy sling-mount backpacks, desperately gleaning the aisles - for what? - Guns they can't really handle or shoot! When one reaches the plateau the feeling of having lived the "well done!" gun life sets in - complacent resignation that we can't take them with us. Time to blow them out to the highest offer; dealers and auctioneers be damned. Best way to leave the planet is in bed dreaming of the last left-and-right on speeding ducks or piled up in the grouse woods over the favorite high-grade smallbore with the confused bird dog guarding you from strangers. As the nostalgically angry Nash Buckingham once put it, "Anno Domini always wins."
