Day to Day

On a completely different note then my post a few seconds ago, my buddy Nick and I, in true backwoods style, went out deep into the woods with a .22 and shot indiscriminately at shit that dared to move while we  were within eyesight or earshot. It was a great time. I also learned, because I was informed by the elderly man who asked for my ID when I was purchasing .22 bullets, that you have to be 21 in order to buy .22 bullets because they "can be used for handguns". As if this was something new, that have just been invented and revolutionized the ammunition business as we know it. We live in VT bro. Everyone and their mom's second cousin has a .22 and a shotgun in their house if not in their trunk. You're probably packing heat under your uniform monogramed polo and just don't want to sell me bullets cause it looks like I could have fun with them instead of stockpiling them and waiting for the ruskies to invade through alaska