Several years ago my Dad and I were in a Gibsons Discount store in Junction City, Kansas. At the time my dad was a National Match Armorer working as a civilian for the army. He had been shooter and a gunsmith for the army for most of his career, only taking time off for combat tours. He liked to buy and rebuild 1911s and M1s to national match to resell. We were looking at some used 1911s they had for sale. The guy behind the counter infroms my dad that he was a National Match armorer and that he had accurized these guns and added National Match barrels, hammer and triggers. Well dad was listening to him chat away all the time breaking the 45 down into its indivdual pieces with nothing but a coin and his bare hands, no doubt probably the 5000 time he had done it without even looking at what he was doing. He got done, looked at the parts that were well used and abused, and told the guy he didn't want it, but since he was a gunsmith and an armorer he guessed he could put it back together again. We lleft the store but as we got to the car the manger of the gun departement caught up to us and asked my dad who he knew well, as dad did all their repair work for them, if he could please reassemble the 45. Dad said sure and we went back inside and got to hear this poor clown get fired.