Sometimes fate just slaps you in the face like a cold, wet fish. I was at the range last week, and just as I was leaving, a guy came in with this and asked what it was worth:
The honest answer was, “not much.” It was dirty, only had one magazine, and it lacked case or papers. Selling a used gun is always a losing proposition, even when it’s in mint condition. Selling one like this, well…don’t bother.
That is, unless there’s a guy in the room who’s been looking for one of these for a couple of years.
I wasn’t sure what to offer, and the shopkeeper quoted the official worth, which was alot lower than what I was prepared to pay.
So, for roughly the price of a tank of gas and a couple of packs of smokes, I’ve finally got a Bulgarian Makarov. I took it home and cleaned it up. Continued...