butchd
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Lovely day in Arkansas beckoned a pal and me to the range this morning. I packed up a couple of Glocks and a new (to me) 870 Police. A really nice, Wisconsin Forumer introduced me to the gun when he sold one a week or two ago. I couldn't come up with the funds in time to get his so I got my dealer to order one for me after I sold a pistol to finance the deal. I had some "Managed Recoil" buck shot and a cigar box full of a variety of 12 gauge shells. They dated back to the early '50s. All were paper and pre-dated "Star" crimps. I could read "Remington Peters" on the green shells that were mostly "O" and "OO" buck shot. The red shells were unidentifiable by name but the "OO" remained on the wad cap. There were even a few "bear balls" which was what most informed shooters called 'em till I was at least 15 years old.
Mr. Woods had a little grocery store near my home. On the right as you entered there was a shelf full of shotgun shell boxes. A price was on the boxes. I remember most were six to eight cents per each shell. No one I knew ever bought a whole box. Someone at the Paper Mill may have made that much money but there must have not been many that came by Mr. Woods' place.
It's still soothing to hear the "klunks" of a few shells rolling around in a cigar box. It ought to be a law that boys be required to try to go to sleep with a few shells rolling around in a cigar box nearby. The next morning promised the thrill of being in the woods and brought one closer to my mother's fried rabbit for Saturday night's supper.
I culled a few shells that had corrosion around the primer but, otherwise everything fired. The slugs were all kill shots at 50 yards. Pretty good for a fellow who's barely legal to drive. The buck shot left decent patterns to be so old. My shoulder is a little older than the ammunition but it held up OK for the first shoot of the year.
Mr. Woods had a little grocery store near my home. On the right as you entered there was a shelf full of shotgun shell boxes. A price was on the boxes. I remember most were six to eight cents per each shell. No one I knew ever bought a whole box. Someone at the Paper Mill may have made that much money but there must have not been many that came by Mr. Woods' place.
It's still soothing to hear the "klunks" of a few shells rolling around in a cigar box. It ought to be a law that boys be required to try to go to sleep with a few shells rolling around in a cigar box nearby. The next morning promised the thrill of being in the woods and brought one closer to my mother's fried rabbit for Saturday night's supper.
I culled a few shells that had corrosion around the primer but, otherwise everything fired. The slugs were all kill shots at 50 yards. Pretty good for a fellow who's barely legal to drive. The buck shot left decent patterns to be so old. My shoulder is a little older than the ammunition but it held up OK for the first shoot of the year.