Mark, Maybe I can get someone on the trail of a the one I lost. About twenty some years ago the company I was working for sent me to a two-week school in Foxboro, Massachusetts. The first night there my wife and I got into our rental car for a drive to look over the area and find a place to eat. Just a few minuets later I saw a sign that said Machine & Gun Shop, the brakes on the car froze up so I had to stop. The shop was white, up some stairs and was built from an old Quonset hut. I looked around and there was nothing I wanted, when I turned around to leave there was a Sedgley Krag in .25-35, hanging over the door, the rifle was brand new. He wanted a couple hundred, told him I would be in the area for two weeks and wanted to see what else was around. Long story short, I never could find the shop again, never.
