The kiddos have had stuff every weekend day. On the plus side, the oldest qualified for the state cross country meet as a freshman (freshwoman?) On the down side, watching cross country mixes the thrill of youth track and field with the visual appeal of an F1 race. You watch them run by once, and clap. When it is over, someone tells you who won.
Both kids decided they want to ski a lot this year.
Just by way of example, in case of a zombie apocalypse, you want plenty. By the time you figure out zero hour has arrived, most of you good local gun stores will have already been looted.
As to the rest, mostly they aren’t good buys. Especially for me. I have sold exactly ONE gun over time; a Browning A Bolt with a screwed up barrel. I like to fondle the others too well. Even the ones that I go years without shooting. Consequently, I just buy what I like any more (at least within reason).
I loved those old McCullochs. Even though I almost took a leg off with one once. Cutting a branch above my head, and at the time I thought saw chaps were strictly for pussies. Only ended up cutting 1/2 of a leg off my Levi’s, and scratching the skin. Gave me a new appreciation for torque and momentum.
You must be the kind of guy that takes a low mileage used car and immediately puts a dent in the door and takes the trunk lid off. I mean sure, you can throw the groceries in the back a lot easier after that, but dang….