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If regret could be harvested, Russia would be the world’s fruit-basket.

I've wanted another Ruger Security Six for a long time.  Everyone has their story about kicking themselves for selling something and regretting it and this one is mine.

As a youngster I picked up a stainless Security Six with a six inch barrel.  It had been sent off to a fledgling company called Mag-na-port and returned with two holes cut in the sides of the barrel, a red ramp front sight and a white outline rear sight.  I replaced the factory wooden grips with Pachmyar Presentation grips. It was a fantastic target shooter.  The weight helped manage the recoil and the Mag-na-port wiped out the muzzle flip.

Then, being young and stupid, I decided that I needed something else worse and sold it.  Feel that?  Yes, that's my regret.  Yes, you can feel it from there.

A .357 Magnum target pistol hasn't really been high on the list of needs even if it's been high on the list of wants, so I've held off picking one up on Gunbroker.  A functional 12 gauge shotgun for home defense, a battle rifle, a sniper deer rifle, all of these have been higher on the need list.

So while I've pined for one, I haven't been able to justify spending money on a nice-to-have when there are still slots in the need-to-have that remain unfilled.

Apparently Mrs. Knitebane didn't see it that way.  The week before Christmas she spotted a Sec Six at our Merchant of Death in Wendell, NC and drove up there and bought it.

This one isn't mine.  It's an image I found on Google.  I'll replace it with a picture of mine soon.

You see, Mrs. Knitebane is of Russian descent.  She understands regret.  So she took the decision out of my hands.

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