Where we live dictates how free we are to persue and enjoy our firearms hobby.
I just thought it would be interesting to see some tales of rural gun fun.
I'll start off with this;
Where I live in middle Tn., there's the old hotel on the town square that is the breakfast spot for everybody, from the farmers, merchants, retirees, lawyers, police, and politicians. (Couldn't keep 'em out)
Besides hearing the standard lies about fishing and hunting, it's the place to go to swap or sell guns.
It's a very small town, so everybody knows everyone else and their business, so you know who you can or can't sell to.
Over the four years I've been here, I've bought my Hi Point .45, my cz 52, a Heritage Rough Rider 22/22 mag, and my S&W Highway Patrolman.
I sold my Hi Point, a informed Ruger P 95 and my Marlin 30-30.
All over the breakfast table
Try that in Md or NJ.
What small town gun stories do you have?