My siblings & I are still in the disposal of our parents estate.
Dad died in November last & leading up to his death in October our Mum had a stroke & went into care.
My Dad had a saying that I remember & he used it throughout his life. "There are no pockets on a shroud".
After Mum went into care she said to me, "you know son, all that stuff is just stuff".
They had heaps & heaps of stuff & as we soon found out, if that stuff has one degrading mark on it or chip or blemish the market will not forgive it. Condition, condition, condition, be honest to yourself about its condition.
So that lovely little English 12 bore self opener with the lengthened chambers is only a knock about gun. A little pitting in the right barrel is a deal breaker. Miss matched hammers, cracked stocks & little things like worn thin bluing a tiny bit of surface rust or any dings cause the buyer to become a charity case & you his benefactor.
Hence I gave away many things & threw a lot of others in the skip bin. No guns because Dad had none. Grandpa's old Winchester was not even there. I think Dad turned it in to the cops when it came down to him.
O.M
