Not much, folks.
It may come to pass that I'll consider it a mistake to have left the 1970s Winchester M70 (in the magnificent .30-06) on the table, its $400 price tag intact. The condition was okay, not counting a stock ding here and there, but (a) I didn't value the Bushnell 3x9 as highly as the seller did, and he wouldn't split the package and (b) I spent the entire day in one of those overly frugal moods which are harmful to the spirit of modern loopholing.
Only a handful of cheap Ireland-made pocket knives and three and one-half bricks of .22s came home.
As to general pricing, the only things that caught my eye were the EBRs.They seem to be getting noticeably cheaper.
Mar 14, 2011
Mar 13, 2011
The Limits of Technology
Departing cold fronts often produce a little snow in these lattitudes, and the National Weather Service guys thought they saw some on their electric radar sets. Only problem was that folks on the ground kept saying, "Snow? Don't know nothin' 'bout no snow here. Ain't none I see."
Upon further reflection, the NWS publishes:
"(There are) SOME MORE INTERESTING RETURNS CLOSER TO SIOUX FALLS...AND WHEN COMPARING TO PILOT REPORTS...ARE LIKELY SEEING LARGE FLOCKS OF GEESE."
Upon further reflection, the NWS publishes:
"(There are) SOME MORE INTERESTING RETURNS CLOSER TO SIOUX FALLS...AND WHEN COMPARING TO PILOT REPORTS...ARE LIKELY SEEING LARGE FLOCKS OF GEESE."
Mar 12, 2011
A young goose fancy...
A vee of Canadas just passed over on a northwest heading. Time to revisit the Saskatchewan marshes and make more geese.
If the weather guessers have it right, we're on the verge of hemi-global warming as the big freeze of 2010/11 fades into wretched memory. Next week: the 40s and 50s, and even a night or two of above-freezing lows.
Ahhhhhh.
If the weather guessers have it right, we're on the verge of hemi-global warming as the big freeze of 2010/11 fades into wretched memory. Next week: the 40s and 50s, and even a night or two of above-freezing lows.
Ahhhhhh.
Mar 11, 2011
Hey kids, it's back to school time.
In beautiful downtown Wells, Minnesota, there is a large consolidated school, a funky old place slapped together in the early 20th Century and added to over the decades in that haphazard manner which eventually produces a lovely ugliness.
This weekend it will house thousands upon thousands or guns and knives and hordes of scary individuals looking for a loophole.
It's one of the better gun shows in our part of the Plains, and we'll make the trip, a tradition for an unmentionable number of years. It's another of the kind of show I like. The professional dealers with their boring NIB stuff will be leavened with scores of hobbyists trying to sell or swap good stuff they're just tired of.
We used to do a lot of trading in Wells, but my shooting friends have in the past few years adopted the "never-get-rid-of-a-gun" stance, so we'll be armed only with the greenish paper now passing for money. It's been weeks and weeks since any of us have been able to augment our veritable arsenals. Wish us luck.
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This is the show which brought Wells to a certain fame about ten years ago. A West Coast mother and her daughter moved to the little rural town, and Mommie evacuated a brick when she heard "guns" "in" and "school" in the same sentence. So she did what all good mommies do when their child is faced with an immediate and lethal threat. She called the teevee stations who were pleased to send their satellite trucks to the school parking lot. There, they found out that the locals and gun show attendees wouldn't talk to them, just grinned a friendly prairie grin and waved. Of course Mommie talked into the mikes but was quickly declared boring and, by more than a few, stupid. The show went on, and the profits were given to the school, as usual.
It surely makes a man wonder why there isn't much lethal mayhem committed in Wells.
This weekend it will house thousands upon thousands or guns and knives and hordes of scary individuals looking for a loophole.
It's one of the better gun shows in our part of the Plains, and we'll make the trip, a tradition for an unmentionable number of years. It's another of the kind of show I like. The professional dealers with their boring NIB stuff will be leavened with scores of hobbyists trying to sell or swap good stuff they're just tired of.
We used to do a lot of trading in Wells, but my shooting friends have in the past few years adopted the "never-get-rid-of-a-gun" stance, so we'll be armed only with the greenish paper now passing for money. It's been weeks and weeks since any of us have been able to augment our veritable arsenals. Wish us luck.
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This is the show which brought Wells to a certain fame about ten years ago. A West Coast mother and her daughter moved to the little rural town, and Mommie evacuated a brick when she heard "guns" "in" and "school" in the same sentence. So she did what all good mommies do when their child is faced with an immediate and lethal threat. She called the teevee stations who were pleased to send their satellite trucks to the school parking lot. There, they found out that the locals and gun show attendees wouldn't talk to them, just grinned a friendly prairie grin and waved. Of course Mommie talked into the mikes but was quickly declared boring and, by more than a few, stupid. The show went on, and the profits were given to the school, as usual.
It surely makes a man wonder why there isn't much lethal mayhem committed in Wells.
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