I bought a 700 Rem from a K Mart store in the area quite a few years ago..before they closed the big K down around here.
It was quite an experience. I loved every minute of it.
I had 2 700s and had been debating and shopping around trying to figure out which caliber I wanted to go with on this one.
I had checked out the 700 on display at the big K a few times and kept coming back to it.
I had screwed around till deer season was only a few days away, so I knew I had to make up my mind, get cracking on mounting a scope, work up some loads and get sighted in, etc.
It was a Friday night and I had the weekend off. I was sitting at home thinking about this and said ...what the hell.....I`m going to buy the rifle.
They had a pretty good sporting goods dept. back then. The only problem with it was, as is Wally`s, they put people in the dept. that wouldn`t know the difference between a fish hook and a box of feminine protection.
This night they had a cat back there that was around 22/23 that had
the look.
I got him to hand me the rifle. I depressed the trigger and slid the bolt out to examine the rifling. I thought the kid was going to have a major breakdown right there. He looked like someone had just stole his Mickey Mouse Club ears.
I thought this was way too funny, so I handed him the rifle back, then the bolt.
I watched him fumble around for a while before I lost it and started lmao off at this dufus.
I took the rifle back, replaced the bolt and told him I would take it.
He gave me the old " I`ll be right back sir" line and away he went into the back storage area.
He came back in a few minutes with this funny look on his face and told me "Sorry sir. We don`t have any of these in stock. We can get you one in about a week".
I pointed to the 700 now back in the rack and said that`s the one I wanted anyway.
I had to explain that not all things are created equal. Explained about the grain in the stock, different smoothness in actions, etc., etc.
He then went on to tell me that the display rifles could not be sold due to the fact that they had no firing pins.
I told him to hand me the rifle back and did a quick "Here`s the firing pin dummy" fast approach to education.
He spit and sputtered till I told him "Stay right here. don`t move. I`ll be right back".
Went to the front and asked for the manager. The assistant manager was in so I had a chat with him.
I got the "He Said What? Follow me sir" from him and back to the sporting goods we did go.
When I left the store I had my new rifle and the future Curt Gowdy wannabe kid was probably on his way to fill and application out at McDooDoos.
Never had so much fun buying a firearm.
