In the 50s and even 60s, gun show parking lots were wondrous places.
Laws were laxer and nobody really cared.
Unbelievable some of the things I saw and even traded as a teenager.
Once traded a beat up BYF 41 for a nice 28 Thompson.
Things began to tighten up, but like anything else, one just didn't do totally stupid things. My oldest buddy got busted for something while I was in the Army.
He became a gun narc and finally a regular treasury agent.
I was approached about the job after I got out. They thought my SF background would be a good thing.
I pretty quickly told them where they could stick that job. I won't touch or get near "funny" gun anymore.
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