Browsing through Collectors with nothing but gun lust on the brain, I come across this vision of loveliness:
An octagonal barrel in a dangerous-game rifle? Have mercy.
People often talk about horse-racing as “the sport of kings”. With all due respect, I think the appellation more correctly applies to big game hunting. Why so? Because rifles as fine as this Champlin Sport cost a king’s ransom, that’s why.
Granted, this is a handmade number — and a quick scrutiny of, say, James Purdey’s wares will show you how kingly a sport that is — and I should also mention that I can never venture up I-35 to Enid, Oklahoma because that’s where danger lurks, in the shape of the Champlin Firearms establishment. Their wares are positively Purdeyesque, and the $7,500 asked by Collectors for the above rifle barely comes close to the average gun in Champlin’s inventory.
Lemme check those lottery numbers quickly… ah, shit.