After a decades long love affair with the .45 ACP round and after amassing a collection of 1911s, I put on Gunbroker today my last .45: My beloved 1962 Pre-70 Series National Match. It was tough, but when you are culling the herd, you have to be ruthless. I needed to focus on fewer calibers. Still, it's sad to see it go. That 1911 bug was tough to shake. And letting this piece of history go will be particularly hard, since it's in such pristine condition. I wish my kids had an interest in inheriting the gem, but they don't.