Went to the gun show today with Thane. Each of us had "trade or sell fodder" with us, just in case. No plans to buy anything unless we were able to sell what we took.
I lucked out, thanks to my observant son. Thane found a rifle that I'd been wanting for a couple years, and the dealer was willing to trade for my Remington 760 in .308 plus a few bucks.
I still feel like I robbed him.
I am now the proud owner of a Winchester Model 88 in .308.

The length of pull is a bit long for me, but that's easy enough to fix if I decide it needs it after our first "range date."
I had several people, including a couple of other dealers, offer to buy it from me - especially after they learned what I'd paid for it. One dealer that we're good friends with pointed his finger at me and said "Bang! Bang!" after I'd grinned and told him "my cold, dead hands!" (He did give it back to me after


Here's hoping it's as sweet a shooter as my 88 in .243.
(sorry no pics - my camera needs batteries and my computer isn't recognizing my cell phone right now...
