itgoesboom
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Five years ago, I went out and purchased my first handgun, a Ruger Blackhawk in .357 mag. I had spent months debating what I wanted, either a semi-auto, or a single action revolver, and the revolver eventually won out. It took me months to finally save up for it, but in the end, it was mine.
Three years ago, I put the pistol in it's locked case, and put it in my truck on my way to work, planning on hitting the shooting range on my way home. I piled all the debris in the back of my truck on top of it so that it wouldn't be seen. That night, my my truck was broken into, and I lost 200 CDs, a backpack full of camping/survival gear, and my beloved handgun, that I had worked so hard to purchase. The Police told me I would never see it again, that if it was ever recovered, it would be after a shooting, and it would be destroyed.
Two years ago I recieved a phone call from an FBI agent in California, they had raided a gang house, and found my pistol. Even better, it hadn't been used in a crime. I was promised that eventually, probably later that year, I would recieve it back. I was told the fact that it was a single action revolver probably prevented the criminals from using it.
After all of this waiting, 2 years of the badguy appealing the search, all of the trials of the other bangers, he finally pled guilty, and the path was cleared for me to recieve my handgun back.
Today, finally, I was reunited with my Blackhawk, nicknamed back when I got it as O'le Rose.
I can't tell you how excited I am to finally have the my first handgun back where it belongs, in my hand.
Even better, it is still in great condition!!! They even left the silica gel packets in the case. The case is pretty beat up, you can see where they tried to saw through it.
Now I must go back to fondling my revolver.
I.G.B.
Three years ago, I put the pistol in it's locked case, and put it in my truck on my way to work, planning on hitting the shooting range on my way home. I piled all the debris in the back of my truck on top of it so that it wouldn't be seen. That night, my my truck was broken into, and I lost 200 CDs, a backpack full of camping/survival gear, and my beloved handgun, that I had worked so hard to purchase. The Police told me I would never see it again, that if it was ever recovered, it would be after a shooting, and it would be destroyed.
Two years ago I recieved a phone call from an FBI agent in California, they had raided a gang house, and found my pistol. Even better, it hadn't been used in a crime. I was promised that eventually, probably later that year, I would recieve it back. I was told the fact that it was a single action revolver probably prevented the criminals from using it.
After all of this waiting, 2 years of the badguy appealing the search, all of the trials of the other bangers, he finally pled guilty, and the path was cleared for me to recieve my handgun back.
Today, finally, I was reunited with my Blackhawk, nicknamed back when I got it as O'le Rose.
I can't tell you how excited I am to finally have the my first handgun back where it belongs, in my hand.
Even better, it is still in great condition!!! They even left the silica gel packets in the case. The case is pretty beat up, you can see where they tried to saw through it.
Now I must go back to fondling my revolver.
I.G.B.
