I posted a while back about my Glock 29, the one that got away – it occurred to me that my list of guns that I wish I hadn’t sold was at least one gun longer than just the Glock. The other gun I really really wish I hadn’t sold was my first revolver, which oddly enough I sold to get the money for the Glock.
My first wheelgun was a Colt Trooper Mk III that I picked up for a song during my junior year of college – first revolver I ever bought. The rigger on that gun was easily one of the finest I’ve ever pulled, crisp smooth pull, accurate as all get out, and the best part is that I got it for $250.
If anyone has a Colt Trooper Mk III they’d like to part with, let me know and I’ll gladly take it off your hands for a very reasonable price.
You know, of all the guns I’ve had and sold or traded, I think that there were only two that I was actually glad to get rid of. The Hi-Point 9mm I had, and a mini-1911 clone in .380 that cut my hand up. Other than that, I wish I had kept every last one of those guns.
But of them all I wish I had kept the Colt Trooper and the Glock 29 the most. Especially the Colt – there was something about it, something that fed the revolver addiction that my Dad’s Ruger had started when I was a kid. Maybe it’s just me, but there is something that seems so right about a revolver with the pony logo on the grip medallions. And if Colt revolvers are wrong, then I don’t want to be right.