Cheaper .22 LR

An impulse struck me to check ammo availability as I was passing the local WalMart, and I feel like a prospector seeing color in the pan. Wally W. here is selling Winchester 36 grain coppered hollow points for $16.97 per bulk pack of 555. A few weeks ago in Davenport, Iowa I bought a box of Remington 40 grainers, about $26 for a pack of 525. So Remington cut its bulk-pack count by 25 rounds and Winchester boosted its by five. The marketing titans battle.

The WM clerk said he had "quite a lot" of the Winchesters but wouldn't elaborate. I bought two packs, bringing the strategic reserve to 5,000, and probably should have bought more. Probably will, come to think of it.

So long, Good Dog.

Moose, RIP.

G-Next

A certain 13-year-old demonstrates good form and good judgment. Offered the opportunity to shoot anything in the patriarch's gun room, he immediately chose the sublime U.S. Carbine, Cal. .30, M1.

It didn't end there. The young shooter and the old combined to put a few hundred rounds downrange Saturday afternoon, calibers ranging from .22LR to .30-06. (The latter were from an impressive Savage 110 which may get some Jeff Coopering if I can find a long-relief scope I like.)

The lad is not fixated on firearms. That's good. But he likes them and respects their potential for both good and ill. That's better yet.

Gag

The beer summit was a national embarrassment. As male bonding it was Barney Frank meets Larry Craig.

To answer a doofus-duhh question asked by a million talking teevee heads: Biden was there because the official White House Keeper of the Image wet the bed at the vision of two part-blacks ganging up on one white guy.

Next time, Mr. President, try the Tune-In.