When I first walked out with my Mosin I just bought, my wife looked at me and said, “When did you get that Gun?” I said, “This? This is an old gun.” She never gave it a second thought, and I didn’t lie to her. It was about 70 years old.
I win the trophy wife prize. Not only is she the most gorgeous wife, when I come home with a new firearm, I have to show it to her first before I take it in the gun room to record its serial number.