Feeling Nostalgic

and maybe a little depressed.  Why must happiness be so expensive?  I just want to go shooting, but I still don't have the greenbacks for it.  That, and I miss my old guns.  Due to unfortunate circumstances some time ago, I had to sell them.  Like the great William Shakespeare once wrote, "alas, parting is such sweet sorrow."  So, for old times sake I'm just gonna put some pictures of 'em on here so I can at least enjoy some good eye-candy.

First, the 'ol Utah-made Kalashnikov.  I called her "Staite"

Then, my nice .40 Jericho, a.k.a. "Betty"

Man, I miss those guns.