I’ve written about this model N frame Smith before. But, yet another tale bubbled up from the slime that is my subconcious.
It seems much of my ‘adult’ youth was spent in pursuit of both girls and guns. I was luckier with guns. And, frankly, not all that lucky with them.😦
John C. was a friend from my college law-enforcement classes. He was a former Marine wanting to become a deputy in the county where he grew up. He became my boss doing security at the closed Legend City amusement park. He was married to a strikingly beautiful young woman, who was a secretary at the local FBI office. This made sense in the scheme of things, as he was ruggedly handsome. Pale blue eyes, chiseled jaw and permanent five-o’clock shadow.
I’m certain had he known them, my friend Steve would have christened them Lance Goodlooking and Stella Stunning.
And there was something I desired of John’s – his Smith & Wesson Model 28 Highway Patrolman, with the Herrett Shooting Star stocks! (I kinda liked his wife, too, but, hey, they were married! – and I don’t DO that! As if she’d look at me even once…)
ANYWAY, having expressed my admiration for John’s Smith, one day he found himself short of cash, and offered to sell her to me. (the gun, not the wife). And I really, really wanted her. (the gun, seriously)
And we negotiated an arrangement. And I agreed to make payments. You see, I was making something like $90 a week, and had rent, etc. And I think he was asking $75. I could scare up $60, maybe. (this was 1976?)
Well, we met to finalize the deal, and John backed out! It seemed that the Highway Patrolman was his wife’s gun, and there was no way she was parting with her!
Geez! Turned down by the wife! (about the revolver). I can understand her not wanting to part with her though.
I heard some years later that John and his wife had a child, then divorced. I wonder if she still has the Model 28? Or is seeing anyone?
I’m kidding. I cannot afford either.