My Uncle was a fairly well established gunsmith and every time I went over to his house there would be another row of boxes fresh from the postman and I would soon be picking at the tape and loudly "wondering" what was in the wrinkled boxes that smelled like cosmoline. Sometimes he'd let me pull them open and set the greasy articles on one of the many barrack racks full of rifles behind his workshop. One day I pulled out a Colombian Army FN-49 in 7x57 along with 2000 round of surplus (Boxer N/C, IIRC) that he'd paid the outrageous price of $72 for the rifle and I don't remember what for the ammo. Once I saw that pristine FN, I could think of little else for the next year or so...~Muir