I didn't know that I married a gun loving man, but since my father is, I guess even if I didn't know it before we were married, I was destined to be with one. Edmund bought a CZ-75 after Christmas this year and has been going shooting with the guys from work every other weekend. I thought it was okay to be a one gun family, but the guys from work all bought Mosin-Nagant rifles this past month, and Edmund wanted one. It was only $100, which is pretty cheap for a gun, but I didn't want another one in the house. Isn't one gun enough? Besides, there are so many nice things we could get for $100 (baby bike trailer). So, the answer was no, but the gun kept coming up in conversation. I heard all about the other guys's guns, how powerful they were, how pretty they were, how nice it would be to have a rifle too. Then we had a fellow couple over to play "The Farming Game" and all the husband talked about was how awsome his Mosin-Negant was.
Then on Monday, Edmund was telling me about the gun during lunch, and I thought to myself, "Well, there are lots of worse things Edmund could like, and you can't pick your husband's hobbies for him. If he loves guns, he loves guns." So while I was feeding JD, I decided to go get the gun. After naps, I put JD in the car and we went to CAL Ranch (the best store in Rexburg) to buy Edmund the gun. I was pretty excited about surprising Edmund with it at dinner. When we got to the store I walked back to the guns and started looking around for this "Russuan Rifle." (I couldn't remember the name at the time.) I saw some pretty little 22s that I liked and was hoping that was it. When the sales lady came up, I said, "Do you have a short Russian rifle?" She looked skeptical, and I said, "It should be about $100."
She walked over to the far end of the line of guns and said, "Oh, you must mean this." She pulled down a gun that was about four feet long. "It's heavy," she told me as she handed it to me across the counter. I picked it up. It was super heavy. I put it up to my shoulder and pretended I knew what I was looking for. I tried to move the bolt action and wasn't strong enough. I felt pretty stupid, but I put the gun on the counter and said, "I want it." So, I was written up, and I bought some enormous bullets to go with this giant gun and walked away feeling very excited about surprising Edmund. I wrapped it up with about ten feet of wrapping paper and waited for Edmund to get home.
When he saw the huge package on the table he was excited. He was pretty sure it was a fishing pole, but when he picked it up, he knew it was the gun. He ripped it open and pulled it out. I've never seen Edmund so excited, and I was feeling pretty awesome about myself. When Edmund said, "Oh no, It's the wrong year." I thought he was joking, the wrong year? He then told me that the Mosin-Negant guns were better made before World War 2, and the gun I had bought him was made during the war, so it was kind of thrown together. He showed me how rough the barrell was and all the not so awesome stuff that was wrong with it. I was so disappointed. I thought I had bought something awesome for my husband and I bought the wrong thing! I felt like crying and then Edmund felt like a jerk. It was terrible.
Edmund was determined to take it back to CAL Ranch. I told him that there was a big sign that said, "No Returns on Firearms or Ammunition," but Edmund said they had the same gun with an earlier year at the CAL Ranch in Idaho Falls. He was hopeful that we could at least do an exchange. Lunch the next day, Edmund and I took JD and the gun back to CAL Ranch. I really didn't want to go, but since I had bought the gun and it was registered in my name, I had to be there. I crossed my fingers they wouldn't recognize me. We walked to the back of the store where they have the firearms and asked for a manager. The sales guy was pretty skeptical about letting us return it, but he went and got the manager anyway. When we told the manager the issue, he was really nice but said, "no." We told him about the guns in Idaho Falls and he said that he'd give them a call, but not to get our hopes up. He spoke to the manager in Idaho Falls and he said he'd exchange the gun, but we had to drive down that day. While we were packing the gun back up, the manager looked at me and said, "Next time you buy something for your husband, make sure it is the right thing." It made me feel pretty sheepish.
So at 3:30 pm (after failing to get JD to take a nap), I picked Edmund up from work and we drove to Idaho Falls. The manager was really nice and allowed Edmund to look at all the guns and pick the one he wanted. They had two guns from before 1939, and Edmund chose the 1938. It really is a nice looking gun. It was great to have a nice happy ending to a "gift gone wrong." (And I got a new pair of runners too!)
Then on Monday, Edmund was telling me about the gun during lunch, and I thought to myself, "Well, there are lots of worse things Edmund could like, and you can't pick your husband's hobbies for him. If he loves guns, he loves guns." So while I was feeding JD, I decided to go get the gun. After naps, I put JD in the car and we went to CAL Ranch (the best store in Rexburg) to buy Edmund the gun. I was pretty excited about surprising Edmund with it at dinner. When we got to the store I walked back to the guns and started looking around for this "Russuan Rifle." (I couldn't remember the name at the time.) I saw some pretty little 22s that I liked and was hoping that was it. When the sales lady came up, I said, "Do you have a short Russian rifle?" She looked skeptical, and I said, "It should be about $100."
She walked over to the far end of the line of guns and said, "Oh, you must mean this." She pulled down a gun that was about four feet long. "It's heavy," she told me as she handed it to me across the counter. I picked it up. It was super heavy. I put it up to my shoulder and pretended I knew what I was looking for. I tried to move the bolt action and wasn't strong enough. I felt pretty stupid, but I put the gun on the counter and said, "I want it." So, I was written up, and I bought some enormous bullets to go with this giant gun and walked away feeling very excited about surprising Edmund. I wrapped it up with about ten feet of wrapping paper and waited for Edmund to get home.
When he saw the huge package on the table he was excited. He was pretty sure it was a fishing pole, but when he picked it up, he knew it was the gun. He ripped it open and pulled it out. I've never seen Edmund so excited, and I was feeling pretty awesome about myself. When Edmund said, "Oh no, It's the wrong year." I thought he was joking, the wrong year? He then told me that the Mosin-Negant guns were better made before World War 2, and the gun I had bought him was made during the war, so it was kind of thrown together. He showed me how rough the barrell was and all the not so awesome stuff that was wrong with it. I was so disappointed. I thought I had bought something awesome for my husband and I bought the wrong thing! I felt like crying and then Edmund felt like a jerk. It was terrible.
Edmund was determined to take it back to CAL Ranch. I told him that there was a big sign that said, "No Returns on Firearms or Ammunition," but Edmund said they had the same gun with an earlier year at the CAL Ranch in Idaho Falls. He was hopeful that we could at least do an exchange. Lunch the next day, Edmund and I took JD and the gun back to CAL Ranch. I really didn't want to go, but since I had bought the gun and it was registered in my name, I had to be there. I crossed my fingers they wouldn't recognize me. We walked to the back of the store where they have the firearms and asked for a manager. The sales guy was pretty skeptical about letting us return it, but he went and got the manager anyway. When we told the manager the issue, he was really nice but said, "no." We told him about the guns in Idaho Falls and he said that he'd give them a call, but not to get our hopes up. He spoke to the manager in Idaho Falls and he said he'd exchange the gun, but we had to drive down that day. While we were packing the gun back up, the manager looked at me and said, "Next time you buy something for your husband, make sure it is the right thing." It made me feel pretty sheepish.
So at 3:30 pm (after failing to get JD to take a nap), I picked Edmund up from work and we drove to Idaho Falls. The manager was really nice and allowed Edmund to look at all the guns and pick the one he wanted. They had two guns from before 1939, and Edmund chose the 1938. It really is a nice looking gun. It was great to have a nice happy ending to a "gift gone wrong." (And I got a new pair of runners too!)
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