1746 miles… My right ankle now has a 73MPH ‘crick’ in it…
But things are moving, albeit slowly. Boxes unpacked, filled up two trash cans already.
WHY in the hell did I pack empty boxes??? I have no &^$#% clue!
At least the ammo is here, sticking six feet out in the garage, but at least it’s here!
Thanks to friends, the truck was unloaded and returned already. Of course the ‘reason’ they helped was to coon finger all the guns that came off the truck… Sigh…
But thank you FRIENDS! I mean that! Saved me trying to find or pay for folks to unload it.
Three weeks from now I get to do it all over again… Double sigh…
One funny incident, coming through a small town in East Texas, I see the local police flip on the lights, and do a u-turn. He comes up behind the truck, checks it out, then moved around and SLOWLY cruised past me.
Then he pulls in front of me and slows down…
Okay fine, you want a look at the other side of the truck. So I pull out and pass him. Meanwhile, I’m frantically thinking of which LEOs I know in the area, just in case…
At the city limits, he turns around. Whew…
Next town, SAME DAMN THING! Really guys???
But nobody stopped me. If they had, you probably wouldn’t be seeing this post, I’d be calling for bail money! 🙂
If you’re on the roads this week, PLEASE be careful! Lots of folks travelling. Another funny incident last night at the restaurant, multi-generational group of women, probably all the same family come in and are seated two tables over from me.
Great-grandma is dithering over the menu, daughter finally says, “Well, you like broccoli, get that.” Granny says, “No, it makes me fart now.”
Great granddaughter, probably 3-4ish pipes up rather loudly, “Grammy gonna fart? Grammy stink?”
Of course everybody within 6 tables hears this, and we’re all trying not to laugh. Great-grandma says, “If I don’t eat broccoli, I won’t.”
Great granddaughter pipes up again, “Good, cause I got to sleep with you!”
I was going through some NRA training a while back, and the instructor harped a little on, “all the ammunition should be locked up.” I thought of the rows of ammo cans and boxes and I left the room before I started laughing out loud.
I still have the larger metal ammo cans, but all the new ammo can purchases are the smaller plastic cans. The larger cans just got a good bit too heavy to lift.
I bought the Plano Field Boxes from Rural King a couple of years ago, and a quick check at their website shows a different brand that looks the same for $ 2.99. And yes, included shipping at $ 99. Bear Arms Field Ammo Can Box ACGRN (and yes, that is a lot of ammo cans, but it turns out they are a great size for things like the emergency kit in the cars, and the shed tools and more.)
Officers friendly were merely checking to see if you might be transporting drugs or illegals. If either one was found, they’d be back on their way shortly. Not so much if your guns & ammo “arsenal” were found.
+1 Roger. Show off. Me thinks you need more.
Last company sponsored move I found a 12″ x 12″ x 12″ box with one charcoal briquette in it.
“WHY in the hell did I pack empty boxes???”
Those are your spares, NFO. You know “two is one, one is none”. 😀
Looks like you need to reorder ammo. Stock looks a tad low.
John- Agreed… We’re NOT 21 anymore…
Roger/Fargo- Probably… sigh
Gerry- ROTF…
Ratus- Probably, or I threw away a box I was supposed to keep…
WSF- 😛
Friends help you move.
Real friends help you move the pile of ammo.
“family” helps you move bodies.
I thought I had a nearly adequate ammo stash. I stand corrected.
Moving Pro tip for gunnies: pallets and a rental fork lift, even if it’s a hand-crank manual one. Just sayin’.
Thot- True dat! 🙂
Gerry- LOL, you’ll get there!
Alien- Point, but I had to move it from 4th floor storage on an elevator. Pallet wouldn’t fit… sigh
I need to buy more ammo. You make me feel like I’m slacking.
Glad you’re somewhat moved, at least the really important stuff.
If you do wind up needing bail money, you should still have my cell number.