Perk
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Today was a new experience. So, I reckon it might could deserve a new thread.
As said earlier, will be buying boom stuff for the first ‘58, at the gun show, tomorrow. More accurately, now, will be buying for two, tomorrow. Events, of this afternoon and the Cabela’s sale pret’ much did it for me. Ordered another ’58 this afternoon (due to arrive on the 25th). But, I mean that it’s two people, for whom supplies will be purchased.
Had the pleasure, today, of hooking up with a feller, who has been coming to my yard sales on a regular basis, for years. We got to talking, as we do, and the subject of WWII came up (he was an infantryman, in Europe, during that one). Later, * ahem * somehow, the subject of black powder entered into it. Seems he hadn’t been out firing for a while. No one had told him about the local outdoor range.
We fixed that. The gentleman has a tasty collection of old iron and we had a good time making sure some of it still worked. And, I got to fire the ’58 a little earlier than figured. Reckon, ‘twould be in good taste to, at least, replace some of the combustibles and such, that he generously shared with me.
Normally, the yard sales take place, every few months, so’s I can catch up on local gossip and help make that property pay for itself. Have met all kinds of people, but never ended a day in quite the same way, before. Had cancelled selling, for today, after yesterday’s blizzard. (Sideways snow in sunny SoCal.) So, all I had to do was cart everything back outside and cover it, just in case.
After our conversation, I grabbed my Remington and a couple of spinners. We made a quick stop at his place, then piled back into my ol’ pick-‘em-up and headed out.
We weren’t up on the ridge a whole long time. Was still cold enough for there to be a good layer of snow on the ground and it was afternoon, before we arrived. But, it wasn’t too windy, the sky was blue and the sun was strong. ‘Sides, we were making smoke. Had forgotten how good real powder smelled. Maybe two grown men shouldn’t laugh, giggle and generally act like kids. Oh, well.
Dinner was a stop at the local church for their all-you-can-eat fish fry. Good, hot, food and coffee – lots of it. Afterwards, I learned a thing, or two, about gun cleaning.
Hadn’t planned any of this. The day just worked itself out that way. And, the best parts of it likely wouldn’t have happened, if a couple of gabbers hadn’t just hit on the subject of black powder guns.
Thought I’d share.
Now, I have to ask y’all: What good time comes to mind, that only could have happened because of black powder?
As said earlier, will be buying boom stuff for the first ‘58, at the gun show, tomorrow. More accurately, now, will be buying for two, tomorrow. Events, of this afternoon and the Cabela’s sale pret’ much did it for me. Ordered another ’58 this afternoon (due to arrive on the 25th). But, I mean that it’s two people, for whom supplies will be purchased.
Had the pleasure, today, of hooking up with a feller, who has been coming to my yard sales on a regular basis, for years. We got to talking, as we do, and the subject of WWII came up (he was an infantryman, in Europe, during that one). Later, * ahem * somehow, the subject of black powder entered into it. Seems he hadn’t been out firing for a while. No one had told him about the local outdoor range.
We fixed that. The gentleman has a tasty collection of old iron and we had a good time making sure some of it still worked. And, I got to fire the ’58 a little earlier than figured. Reckon, ‘twould be in good taste to, at least, replace some of the combustibles and such, that he generously shared with me.
Normally, the yard sales take place, every few months, so’s I can catch up on local gossip and help make that property pay for itself. Have met all kinds of people, but never ended a day in quite the same way, before. Had cancelled selling, for today, after yesterday’s blizzard. (Sideways snow in sunny SoCal.) So, all I had to do was cart everything back outside and cover it, just in case.
After our conversation, I grabbed my Remington and a couple of spinners. We made a quick stop at his place, then piled back into my ol’ pick-‘em-up and headed out.
We weren’t up on the ridge a whole long time. Was still cold enough for there to be a good layer of snow on the ground and it was afternoon, before we arrived. But, it wasn’t too windy, the sky was blue and the sun was strong. ‘Sides, we were making smoke. Had forgotten how good real powder smelled. Maybe two grown men shouldn’t laugh, giggle and generally act like kids. Oh, well.
Dinner was a stop at the local church for their all-you-can-eat fish fry. Good, hot, food and coffee – lots of it. Afterwards, I learned a thing, or two, about gun cleaning.
Hadn’t planned any of this. The day just worked itself out that way. And, the best parts of it likely wouldn’t have happened, if a couple of gabbers hadn’t just hit on the subject of black powder guns.
Thought I’d share.
Now, I have to ask y’all: What good time comes to mind, that only could have happened because of black powder?
