It's Worthington again this weekend, one of those small country shows I enjoy.
The only urgent want is a No. 4 shell holder for the Lee Auto Prime, but I'll be in Condition Red for primers and powder. Given our experience at loopholes since the election, I am not optimistic.
I'm still looking for an interesting piece to shoot all that .38 Special cluttering up the place. The snubbie in residence will set it off, but since when is any Taurus interesting? Again, not cheery, and here we enter the realm of legality against the recent (if DOA) congressional discussion of allowing interstate sales of handguns, at least to concealed-carry holders.
As you know, Mr. FFL can sell you an assaulty looking rifle with a zillion-bullet clip anywhere you travel. But he is forbidden to transfer an Old Model Ruger Black Hawk to you unless you reside in his state. (Capacity five bullets plus $20 buryin' money rolled in the chamber under the hammer.) Your CCW makes no difference.
The practical effect of that is that buying one at Worthington would create two felons, me and the dealer, whereas if the show happened just 11 miles south, a foot over the state line, we would instead be a pair of exemplary citizens.
It would be nice to kill that illogicality, but in the current climate I doubt it will even go kof-kof for attention.
In fact, post-Boston, I don't see how we can avoid another defensive stand on at least a couple of fronts. Congressthings will find teevee time and perhaps votes by demanding trackers in in our IMR 3031. They'll also covet background checks and registration every time we need a fresh pound of Unique.
In an evil way I'm looking forward to the first drive to take black powder off the market. Someone like Senator Feinstein will announce that if we ban it there will be no more. That should give one of us a chance to work up the shortest riposte of the year: Bat shit.