While waiting for the pharmacist to fill some prescriptions, I wandered through Walmart.
First, I checked out the ammunition supply in the sporting goods section and discovered the shelves held some Winchester Double A’s in 12-gauge. It’s the first time in months that the shelves had anything except a few boxes of the less expensive hunting load. Double A’s are primarily used for clay target shooting. I thought about buying four boxes or 100 rounds, but I gave my 12-gauge to my grandson, Max, so I really didn’t need more than I already had.
I wouldn’t mind some 16- or 20-gauge Double A’s, but maybe ammunition is coming a bit faster now. I can wait because I reload, and right now I have enough powder and primers, and even some lead shot, to get by. My friend, Todd, gave me a box of number 6 shot for non-toxic reloads for early ducks and grouse, so I’m good right now.
When a lady walked by, she looked in my shopping cart and noticed I was buying a Farmer’s Almanac. She looked me in the eye and asked if I really believed their weather forecasts. I replied that I think their forecasts are as good or better than some of the local weather forecasters predict. Besides, the Almanac predicts a whole year, and mostly, they are above 85 percent correct. They claim it has something to do with Sunspots.
I don’t really know, but for $7, I can know when the full moon occurs and lots of other trivial information that nobody in our modern age really needs, but I think it’s fun.
The almanac forecasts when the constellations are in the night sky, and when various meteor showers occur. They also have pages and pages about when to plant gardens and such. I hope she rediscovers almanacs, and the fun of browsing through the pages.
I suppose I can get the same information off the internet, but it wouldn’t be as much fun. Besides, I prefer to hold my books and magazines in my lap, to read, rather than off a computer or iPad screen. I often buy two almanacs each year to compare their
weather forecasts. It fun to see which is right most of the time in each month.
Several years ago, I bought a Chef’s Choice knife sharpener, and I like it much better than my grandfather’s sharpening stones. I sharpened my Case pocket knife the other day when the first blade wouldn’t slice through some envelopes I was opening.
It didn’t take but a minute, but then I thought I should probably put a fresh edge on my hunting knives.
They were already sharp, but I touched them up anyway.
When Mom and Dad kept a home, I sharpened their knives
with the old Arkansas stones whenever I came back home.
They were the dullest knives, but Mom didn’t seem to care.
If you can’t use sharpening stones, buy a Chef’s Choice; dull knives are much more dangerous than sharp ones.