(Sorry about the title. I'm still a sucker for old show tunes.)
We have a wimpy blizzard in the forecast, but the Sioux Falls loophole is still on. We think we can be back hearthside before the weather starts this evening. If not we'll just have to trot our our northern plains survival skills, shelter in a MacDonald's or something.
The get list is skimpy. Recent loopholes have my gun lust in reasonable check, so the only planned search is for some appropriate .30-06 rifle powder and a couple of shell holders for my neighbor, the fresh-hatched reloader.
Naturally, I'll be alert for good deals on components for my stash, but I don't expect much. The buying panic has enveloped that supply too.
To take some .22s along or not? Last weekend I sold two boxes of Winchester Wildcats for $6 each. I got the equivalent of about $70 for a Federal 550 pack on the Speedmaster purchase. I pulled the rest, mostly because something just felt wrong about taking that much profit. And maybe because the the buyers might have a better guess about the return of the bullet than I do.
AAR to follow, assuming our survival.
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It is a well-raised childwho takes comfort in knowing her Old Man can still commit a Man Act.
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