Alas, Society imposes insults that must be borne. I had a table holder at a show who was really interested in a rifle I was carrying around assure me he was interested in buying at my price, but he had to take care of some business. If I could wait a minute, he would be back. After many minutes, he came back and made an offer of about 1/3 of what I wanted. I said no and walked away to my belated lunch. As far as I was concerned, it was insulting, alright, but being insulting is part of the man’s job. After all, I might have said yes, and he wasn’t going to let a chance go by. I would imagine making a living trading guns would not be a job for the timid. Way back when, there was a state Arms collector’s association that was worth joining because you got into their gun shows for free. The incoming President of the club wrote an article in their newsletter that he hoped his tenure would mark a new era where the Association would evolve beyond, as he described it, “Just a bunch of gun hustlers.” I left the state a few years later, and as far as I could see, the Association was still just a bunch of gun hustlers. I didn’t mind. Learned some negotiation skills from them, how puffery is countered, and other trading techniques, although, of course I would never make the grade as a professional. But I’d still snap up the occasional bargain, even from them. It’s really a matter of how quick you want the sale. Stuff gets snapped up quick at low prices, or hangs on maybe for years until the right buyer shows up. Or, more often, the price wears itself down to a level both parties can agree on.
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