Posted by Valerie@FishingforTreasure.com | Posted in Close Encounters | Posted on 05-08-2009
Bill and I set out exceedingly early one Saturday to visit a flea market far out in the country and sell a couple of black powder long guns. He used to collect them, but got tired of pouring powder or biting cartridges or whatever the obsolete operating system was.
Now, it’s getting more difficult to sell firearms at most flea markets. In between the folks who test the product by firing over the heads of the crowd, and the ones who peddle illegal stuff out of their trunks to finance their favorite kinds of mayhem, the markets have gotten pretty skittish about weapons.