Yea, we ought to go shooting some time. I used to belong to the AGC.

http://www.associatedgunclubs.org/

My dues have lapsed. I’ll have to get caught up again.

I live in the (cough) Free (cough) State for the moment.

DIdn’t realize you were another Beltway blogger. Which Wal Mart did you go to?

We should hit the range one day.

http://pawpawshouse.blogspot.com/2005/11/processing-wheelweights.html

Pawpaw, Thanks for stopping by, but you do know you’re a daily read for me, right?

Unfortunately, the cast iron I’ve seen coming in from China isn’t finished ground and won’t season properly to that non-stick finish that I remember from my boy sprout days. Just guess how I know that. That’s why I’ve been looking for something used. I’m gonna try to smooth it down with the angle grinder, but if that does not work, I guess I’ll have my own wheel weight lead pre-processing pot too.

Those cornbread molds are easy to find around here, in yard sales and flea markets. That one, I picked up at an estate auction for $2.00 american. The pot I melt lead in, a baby dutch oven, cost me $5.00 at a flea market.

The little cast iron muffin tins are great for making duck decoy anchors. I’m looking for one of those next. Under $10.00 and it’s mine.

But ammo is just a commodity, not in the sense that all brands are the same, but in the fact that all Winchester white box in 9mm is the same.

So if I want to get something in 7mm Mauser, or .221 Fireball I know where to go. If I need a spare firing pin for that Turkish large ring bolt action, I know where to go. And no, it isn’t the local bigbox, and it never will be.

Some lefty people (not you) laugh at conservative bent people and their ?Family Values?, saying we can’t go back to the 1950s. This is exactly the same argument to tell those bigbox haters. Never again will consumer electronics be worth repairing at the local TV shop. Never again will your shoes be made based on measurements of your own foot. Never again will you buy most of the food you eat at a farmers market because that is the only choice you have besides growing it yourself (barring any future ?road warrior? style collapse, but in that case we will likely be trading a sack of potatoes for a few rounds of 22 rimfire, and I’ll have been happy that I stocked up when I could)

I think the best we can hope for is to prevent stuff like those big mult-national corporations from reading the RFID chip that is implanted in you credit card the moment that you walk into the store and use it to track you as you shop. How much money you have in the bank determines what kind of service you receive. Noticing that you paused before the attractive brunette sales display, it makes a note of you habits in a huge database. Later, noting your preference in men, it remotely programs your blu-ray DVD player, to show the kind of commercials that global bigbox thinks might appeal to you, perhaps even targeting the actor plugging the other type of beer that many people in your demographic has been successfully switched over to. You agreed to all this invisible monitoring when you didn’t read that 27 page long shrink wrap agreement surrounding your new DVD player (which you are actually leasing, and are prohibited from opening, disassembling, or modifying because you don’t really own it)