When I was in an NRA Junior rifle club in Burnsville I drooled over the surplus gun ads in the gun magazines. Until a neighbor offered an Enfield No. 5 Mk. 1 Jungle Carbine in mint condition for $13. It was mine in a heart beat (with Dad's permission, of course). Kicked like a mule, huge muzzle blast, lots of noise, turned heads on the firing range - perfect for a 14 year old! Surplus ammo (corrosive primed) was all I could afford on a paper route budget. But I cleaned it out with boiling water and lots of cloth patches. Still have it.
Dad could occasionally be talked into taking me to local gun shops (Lake Street?) that had racks and racks of Springfield '03s for $40 and M1 Garands for $60. Almost walked out with an Italian Carcano for $20 (because I could afford it), but Dad talked me out of it. He bought me a brand new Winchester .22 rifle for rifle club target work, instead. I was happy. Still have that, too. It's one of many fond reminders of Dad now that he's gone.
I don't think of the Enfield and Winchester as investments. They are worth much more than I could ever sell them for.
The two enemies of the people are criminals and government, so let us tie the second down with the chains of the Constitution so the second will not become the legalized version of the first.”
Thomas Jefferson