I had held off on owning an AR for years. I had smirked at the tactical Rambo types who refused to serve Uncle Sugar but coveted the equipment of the military. When I finally found an AR in my price range, though, I bought it. I shot it, painted the armory number of the last EBR I carried on it's butt, and became gut-hooked on the possibilities.
My wife-mate is a lover of old C&R rifles. She likes old walnut and blued steel. She goes for the shabby/chic look with them, the more beat up, the better. Purveyors of Mausers love to see her coming. This morning she went in my gun room to put away some patches she had cut. She saw the AR.
"What the hell is that?"
"Oh, it's a used rifle I found."
"You found it?"
"Well, Yeah, I found it used, but I had to buy it."
"Cool! When do I get to shoot it?"
I love my wife-mate. I demonstrated the manual of arms to her, and saw that she really needed an adjustable stock to handle the rifle well. It is also kind of heavy for her. She is a bitty thing, after all. I can't bring myself to remove the stock with the armory number from my AR, so that leaves but one option.........A Carbon 15. I love my wife!