Clement --- Hey Bro, you may be envious of my mando, but I am envious of YOU, and your close proximity to Union Grove!!! Always wanted to go there, never have so far. I almost made it to Telluride one time (back in 1987), but didn't, and now am glad I did not.
It is a "closed corporation" from what I have heard, and I have heard it from those who have been there. By "closed corporation", I mean that all the good jams are not available to the general public. The good pickers are off in one room, and no one else is allowed in, without special permission.
In other words, --- you have to be a SOMEBODY, and "well known" to get into a decent jam.

Oh well -- such is life.
My mando is a gift from above. Plain and simple. I do not deserve such a wonderful instrument, but it is mine, and here is the story about how I got it.
I went to visit a friend of mine (Lloyd LaPlant - Grand Rapids, Minnesota) on New Year's Eve, 2001. He is an excellent luthier (retired cabinet-maker), and now makes both mandolins and guitars. Grand Rapids is about 80 mlles from where I live, and having nothing better to do that New Years Eve, I called up Lloyd to see if he was going to be home, cause I hadn't seen him for a while.
He said -- "come on up", so I did. When I got there, he and one of his sons were in his living room, with 4 or 5 mandolins laying on the living room rug (all vintage Gibson's), and "dinking on all of them" to see which one sounded the best.
In his southern exposure window, were 5 mandolins (literally) hanging on a clothes line -- that he had made, and the finish that he had put on them was "hanging out to dry".
So I walk in, and comment on the mandos on the clothes line, and he said --- "aw -- those need a lot of work. Here, take a look at these." He pointed to the ones on his living room floor, so I did. Myself, Lloyd, and Don (his son), just sat there for the next two hours picking, switching instruments, making comments about the sound, etc.
I really gravitated to the one I now have, and said "Lloyd, I think I'll have to take this one home with me". He told me I couldn't afford it, and after hearing the price (reduced for me, because I was a friend), I had to agree, but then asked "Uhmmmmm??? Payments??"
Short of the long of it is -- I came back a month later, put down $1,000, and paid off the rest in another year. Lloyd makes mandos that sound better than this one, but he is (to this day), kicking himself for letting this one go, because it sounds (and looks), so sweet.
His son Don (the one who was there that day), told him once (in my hearing) "Dad, you didn't hang on to that one long enough to
really appreciate it!!
No he didn't, and I for one am glad he did not!!!!
So there is the story of how I got my 1917 F-2 Gibson Mandolin.