That’s a now-illegal folding stock. But I won’t say nothin
I had the same folding stock on a beloved modified 22 rifle my dad and I had worked on until my stepfather allowed a meth head family member of his who claimed to be trying to get back on his feet stay with us. He ended up stealing and pawning that 22, my shotgun, my friend’s shotgun that happened to be at my house, and our dvd player
Man I miss that gun…
Karmic Justice (somewhat, a little too much justice even for me though) was that he ended up becoming schizophrenic from drug use and homeless. He’s been off the grid now for a long time
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