Pity, that. The tundra is a magical place. When you stand on a rise and look over the rolling landscape you might be inclined to say, "Meh!" But when you get down on your knees and look close you see the northern forest in miniature. Blueberry bushes six inches high, cloud berries raising...
Under most circumstances I agree with the preference for walnut stocks. However, when the hunting is to be done in the cold and wet of the Arctic, polymer rules. As a woodworker I cheerfully admit that there is no way in Hell you can fully seal wood, hard as you may try. And when the moisture...
That was my feeling. The Army told a bunch of us old zebras that twenty-nine had been a good number but it was time for us to let some younger chaps fill our spots. The rest of the cohort panicked and tried everything they could think of to stay in. I shrugged, said "Thanx for the fun"...
My maternal grandfather left me a Brunton Pocket Transit. Where I've got it would be a good question but I live in a small house. It shouldn't be too hard to locate . . .
I couldn't access the 'box bed' that the OP first posted but did a google search of the term and found this. Damn, if you want a portable double to queen size bed this is The One.
The most comfortable bed on the planet is an Army cot with a semi-full inflated air mattress on top, an M16 between the mattress and the cot, a issue sleeping bag on top and having been awake for 44 hours! Migawd, it was heaven to pull off the boots and just die there.
Ah, Whelen's On Your Own In the Wilderness! A grand book now long out of print and probably a style of camping no longer possible given the Canadian penchant for bureaucracy and regulation. But I still sometimes dream of a spruce bed, a Whelen lean-to and a set of glowing coals in front.
For years I coveted a M12 Heavy Duck with hopes of taking it after geese. Alas, my joints now require more cushioning than any pump gun delivers and a 3" mag hammering a limit of snows or speckle bellies on day one would leave me incapable of getting up on day two. But there never was built a...
All those STW calibers make me fall back on one of my favorite aphorisms, "Just because something is possible doesn't make it a good idea." Recoil velocity is far harder on the human frame than mere recoil. I happily shoot .375's and .404's but I neither own nor covet anything by Weatherby or...
For sheer utility, they're still hard to beat. Possibly a pump twelve would be better but a double is even less likely to break down. And don't even get me started on semiautos!
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