A day at the Turkish gun shop ...
While I was walking through town Saturday I noticed two gun shops to my right.
I couldn't resist walking into one of them and at least holding the beautiful cold steel of a Turkish gun.
The two guys behind the counter were great. I explained that I was only looking, but that's just for now.
However, I could not believe how inexpensive Turkish guns are.
For example: a .38 caliber revolver with a 4 inch barrel. In the states, you're looking at upwards of $250. In the Turkish gun shop, 50 Lira, which is about 35 U.S. Dollars.
A 9 millimeter semiautomatic handgun. In the states, upwards of $350. In the Turkish gun shop, 75 Lira, which is about 50 U.S.
A .22 caliber handgun, that switches from semi-automatic to full on automatic. In the states (specifically California) not even legal. At the Turkish gun shop, 70 Lira, approximately 42 dollars.
Thought I was tempted, I did not walk out with a gun Saturday. I sat and talked with the two gentlemen who run the gun shop, about Turkey, America, teaching English and, of course, guns.
They were quite hospitable for someone just looking and in the course of my visit, served me tea and offered me a cigarette.
It just went to show that no matter what country you're in, language you speak or profession you work in, you always have a couple of friends at the gun shop. For a stop in the gun shop is not a visit, but a journey.
I was a bit melancholy at the end of the journey though. Before then I never realized how much I missed my gun in the states. She's sitting there waiting for me until I get back, but I miss taking her to the range and shooting at paper targets or even keeping her under the seat of my car.
It's an incredible feeling holding a gun. It's what God must feel like when he's holding a gun.
James
P.S. A special shout out to P. Fizzle, who has a birfday today. She had it before it became the day before September 11, so a special happy birthday to Patti. (Funes not Steele.)
I couldn't resist walking into one of them and at least holding the beautiful cold steel of a Turkish gun.
The two guys behind the counter were great. I explained that I was only looking, but that's just for now.
However, I could not believe how inexpensive Turkish guns are.
For example: a .38 caliber revolver with a 4 inch barrel. In the states, you're looking at upwards of $250. In the Turkish gun shop, 50 Lira, which is about 35 U.S. Dollars.
A 9 millimeter semiautomatic handgun. In the states, upwards of $350. In the Turkish gun shop, 75 Lira, which is about 50 U.S.
A .22 caliber handgun, that switches from semi-automatic to full on automatic. In the states (specifically California) not even legal. At the Turkish gun shop, 70 Lira, approximately 42 dollars.
Thought I was tempted, I did not walk out with a gun Saturday. I sat and talked with the two gentlemen who run the gun shop, about Turkey, America, teaching English and, of course, guns.
They were quite hospitable for someone just looking and in the course of my visit, served me tea and offered me a cigarette.
It just went to show that no matter what country you're in, language you speak or profession you work in, you always have a couple of friends at the gun shop. For a stop in the gun shop is not a visit, but a journey.
I was a bit melancholy at the end of the journey though. Before then I never realized how much I missed my gun in the states. She's sitting there waiting for me until I get back, but I miss taking her to the range and shooting at paper targets or even keeping her under the seat of my car.
It's an incredible feeling holding a gun. It's what God must feel like when he's holding a gun.
James
P.S. A special shout out to P. Fizzle, who has a birfday today. She had it before it became the day before September 11, so a special happy birthday to Patti. (Funes not Steele.)
posted by James at 7:20 PM
2 Comments:
Remember James, guns don't kill people. Dangerous minorities do. And in Turkey, you are a minority. SO HAVE AT IT!!
Thanks for the shout out white man...now stop oppressing my peoples..haha, take care.
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