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Hello, you Mayhem-Making, Muzzleloading Miscreants!!
So, I was killing some time in Southern Ohio, waiting for my buddy to meet me at our hunting grounds to do some maintenance. He's always late - and there's always an excuse (like, "oh, there was a rollover crash on the way down and the Troopers had the road closed, and blah, blah, blah... dismembered bodies, blah, blah...").
I saw some folks having a garage sale out in the middle a' nowhere, and decided to stop in. I found a box labeled, "reloading.". Opened it and found various and sundry tools, dies, bullets, and other menutia. I decided to make an offer because there was quite a bit of stuff either I or a friend could use. As I'm hemming and hawing, Andy (Cap'n Always-Late) calls wondering where I am. I tell him and go to leave.
The apparent lady of the house stops me and says, "There's two other boxes of reloading stuff. Make me an off on the lot."
I real quick-like peruse the contents of both - lots'a powder and more (meltable) lead projectiles, presses, powder throwers, all that. I offer $50, and she doesn't even argue. "It's yours.". I settle up an go.
Andrew and I worked all day. I get home late in the pm, and start really pouring through the boxes. Then the feeling hits - "Jim, you're a bastard."
Among all the stuff (and no making fun of my duct taped Oriental rug)
I make three awesome finds:
Hooray for garage sales,!!!
So, I was killing some time in Southern Ohio, waiting for my buddy to meet me at our hunting grounds to do some maintenance. He's always late - and there's always an excuse (like, "oh, there was a rollover crash on the way down and the Troopers had the road closed, and blah, blah, blah... dismembered bodies, blah, blah...").
I saw some folks having a garage sale out in the middle a' nowhere, and decided to stop in. I found a box labeled, "reloading.". Opened it and found various and sundry tools, dies, bullets, and other menutia. I decided to make an offer because there was quite a bit of stuff either I or a friend could use. As I'm hemming and hawing, Andy (Cap'n Always-Late) calls wondering where I am. I tell him and go to leave.
The apparent lady of the house stops me and says, "There's two other boxes of reloading stuff. Make me an off on the lot."
I real quick-like peruse the contents of both - lots'a powder and more (meltable) lead projectiles, presses, powder throwers, all that. I offer $50, and she doesn't even argue. "It's yours.". I settle up an go.
Andrew and I worked all day. I get home late in the pm, and start really pouring through the boxes. Then the feeling hits - "Jim, you're a bastard."
Among all the stuff (and no making fun of my duct taped Oriental rug)
I make three awesome finds:
Hooray for garage sales,!!!