So I just got back from my friendly local FFL's shop, where I've been piddling around with him most of the evening. He started in on thanking me for always helping him out (he's old, and I stop by when I get time to help him out here and there), and said that he wanted to give me something. It was kind of a sentimental moment for me as this man has known me and my family for years, and I owe much to him for teaching me about firearms. He's pretty much family to me, and I'd do anything in the world for him. Recently, his health has been declining and I've noticed that the daily strain of running his shop has started to wear on him. He's pretty much stopped shooting do to vision loss from Diabetes, and all he talks about now are his old war stories (he shot BR for a long time), and how he wishes he could relive those days. Kinda sad stuff. So I go in and help him catch up on some of his gunsmithing, and generally try and help run his shop when I can. Recently I've been trying to get together a inventory management system for him that will streamline much of the office work that takes up so much of his time. It's more than worthwhile to me, as I get to play with guns, use his shop, and BS whenever I want; plus I'm helping out a friend which makes me sleep easier at night. So anyways..... Check out what he gave me; My heart stopped when he pulled out a giftwrapped box, and then I opened it to find the above. We 'd together for a minute, then I , and called him a cocksucker. I also told him that I wished his parents had gotten married, as maybe then he wouldn't be as much of a bastard. Yeah, the old man has a great sense of humor, and I now have a new everyday knife. Be jealous.