I feel you. I haven't been to the shooting range since just before COVID. The prices for ammunition are insane and I simply won't pay them. Just like with overpriced knives, if the seller thinks they're that valuable, they can keep them! I'm interested to know how they taste when the food runs out!
Even for reloaders, such as myself, the cost of cartridge components is just ridiculous. There's no other word for it. I flat refuse to pay what they're asking nowadays for primers and powder. Fortunately, I'd started squirelling away primers, powder, and .22lr in 2013, after the madness following the unpleasantness in Sandy Hook died down. I don't know how regular folks manage the cost, or how the shooting ranges plan to stay open with what I imagine are significantly reduced numbers of clientele. Maybe that's the plan?
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Day 24
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. The time change still has me screwed up. I'm grumpy, cranky, and don't know if I'm coming or going half the time. And, I feel kinda crappy. Maybe I'm fighting something, or maybe I just went to bed, and got up, way too late. Who knows? I have been sneezing quite a bit. Alas.
I suppose it's...
checks notes... thrifty Thursday. I guess this is one of the thriftiest Barlows I've got, the (Barely Bellied) Beaver Creek Barlow by Rosecraft Blades.
Today's photo, well, it's uninspired at best. Plexiglas and popcorn? The heck was I thinking? Well, as I pointed out, I'm moving slower than usual today and just don't have it in me to compose another shot.
Not shown, I've also got the Remington Granddaddy Barlow in my pocket. For me, it's the pocket knife equivalent of comfort food, and today, it's role may very well be structural - without it, I might just decide to go back to bed. I might anyway.