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DAMN!
So, I'm sitting there last night (OK, more like early this morning) and happen across the Cabela's Saturday flyer while comparing different scopes for my new Hi-Point Carbine (bringing it to the Shoot tomorrow). Now, what do I happen to notice but lots of ammo ads? Price isn't that great really but the kids have been shooting my 9 and .40 so it would be good to replenish my inventory (or so I tell myself).
So, around 5:30 I hop in the shower, pull out the heavy coat again (it was 30 in Meridian last night - brrr!) and head for Cabela's before the crack of dawn. I'm 10th in line and hearing more and more fuss about the great deals in the flyer.
"NO! I CAN be strong! Don't look!" These are the thoughts running through my mind and yes, I AM strong and didn't pick up the flyer and start drooling or thinking about appeasing my addiction.
Then this young man (maybe 8 or 9)in front of me can barely control himself until the doors open. His Dad is sitting over in the car (where it's warm!) and has finally gotten Mom to cave in and let him get his first rifle. They better have one of those (ed.)"10/22's" left when he gets to the counter!
I can't help but smile and remember my first .22. Single-shot, bolt-action, wooden stockwith iron sights...boy some fond memories there.
Of course by the time I get inside and up to the counter where people are clamoring for those $99 10 shot, .22's (they turned out to be Marlin 795's), I amunder the influence ofsome sort of nostalgia-induced, survival-instinct-numbing, mind control auto-pilotthat would make Cabela's marketing department giddy with euphoric success.
Guess I'll be bringing that newMarlinalong for some plinking tomorrow.....
PS - At least I remembered to get the red-dot for the carbine!
PPS - Ugh. Like I said, I didn't even glance at the sale flyer, just listened to the young boy in front of me calling it a 10/22. So my bad for calling it the Ruger. It is a Marlin 795, 10-shot, .22 caliber.
DAMN!
So, I'm sitting there last night (OK, more like early this morning) and happen across the Cabela's Saturday flyer while comparing different scopes for my new Hi-Point Carbine (bringing it to the Shoot tomorrow). Now, what do I happen to notice but lots of ammo ads? Price isn't that great really but the kids have been shooting my 9 and .40 so it would be good to replenish my inventory (or so I tell myself).
So, around 5:30 I hop in the shower, pull out the heavy coat again (it was 30 in Meridian last night - brrr!) and head for Cabela's before the crack of dawn. I'm 10th in line and hearing more and more fuss about the great deals in the flyer.
"NO! I CAN be strong! Don't look!" These are the thoughts running through my mind and yes, I AM strong and didn't pick up the flyer and start drooling or thinking about appeasing my addiction.
Then this young man (maybe 8 or 9)in front of me can barely control himself until the doors open. His Dad is sitting over in the car (where it's warm!) and has finally gotten Mom to cave in and let him get his first rifle. They better have one of those (ed.)"10/22's" left when he gets to the counter!
I can't help but smile and remember my first .22. Single-shot, bolt-action, wooden stockwith iron sights...boy some fond memories there.
Of course by the time I get inside and up to the counter where people are clamoring for those $99 10 shot, .22's (they turned out to be Marlin 795's), I amunder the influence ofsome sort of nostalgia-induced, survival-instinct-numbing, mind control auto-pilotthat would make Cabela's marketing department giddy with euphoric success.
Guess I'll be bringing that newMarlinalong for some plinking tomorrow.....
PS - At least I remembered to get the red-dot for the carbine!
PPS - Ugh. Like I said, I didn't even glance at the sale flyer, just listened to the young boy in front of me calling it a 10/22. So my bad for calling it the Ruger. It is a Marlin 795, 10-shot, .22 caliber.