OWD,
What you encountered, without actually coming up with it, was NOT a gun "Dealer". He was actually actually a "Farmer". Please bear with me.
He was not farming crops, per say, in this case. He was farming you. All the hand wringing and blogging in the world can't change what was, in this case, his efforts to stick you with a lemon. If it were anything but a wallhanger, why would there be all the questions, and, diarrhea of the mouth, from his end, on an industry standard inspection period?
You avoided getting skinned-pretty much by luck, it seems.
As to the Hartmann gun, I have but one, I think, simple question-we put a man on the moon in less than eight years. What were these clowns doing for all that time?
I suspect, but, can't prove from here, there was a bit more "Farming" involved.
Rest assured, I faint over no guns, especially 28 gauge guns. If I want art, I can go to a museum, and, usually, I walk out scratching my head from there, too. Looking at that gun, and scratching my head, I was reminded of a line from the movie "To Die For" where the sister-in-law was describing the rings, custom designed for her brother and his murderous wife-"They were gold, and they were round-big, F-ing deal".
So, big, F-ing deal-Hartmann and Weiss got some idiot to pay them for 8 years for an implement. Faint away, OWD. But, keep in mind, it's tough to buy low and sell high once you have fainted.
Best,
Ted
