Deer Hunter
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On Highway 94's local garage sale! But whoops, they just sold out...
Ok ok, I'll stop being a smart-ass for a second.
After a long morning of sitting on my butt in the woods, watching the squirrels frolic and the deer be small and puny, my brother and law, my sister, my mother, and I all headed into town to grab some food. On our way back, our stomachs full, eyelids droopy, and melting icecream that needed to either be eaten or put in a freezer in the back of the Jeep, my Sister and mother decide to stop at the most junky looking garage sale I've ever seen. And I've seen them all. My mother and sister run a little antique booth inside a larger antique store that rents out spaces, and they are absolute carrion feeders when it comes to garage sales. You have an old plate/chair/doll/Snoopy-figurine that you want to get rid of? They'll give you $0.50 for it and sell it for $12.
That being said, their feeding grounds are these little garage sales. So we stopped. I get angry. It's hot and the ice-cream is beginning to liquify. No pint of Blue-bell should ever be treated so.
Well I get out and begin to wonder around aimlessly with my brother in law, looking at the tables and musing about some of the random pieces of things sitting at the tables. Here's where I get lucky.
He gets distracted by a pair of christmas-tree-ball-ornamate salt/pepper shakers, and I head to the next table without him. Sitting in one corner all-alone is this bayonet. I pick it up, show him, and he says to me the following:
"No waaaaaaaaaaay"
Yes way. A bayonet. Completely out of place amung the Disney figurines and old comic books. So he's thoroughly angry that he let those salt/pepper distract him for the split second it took me to pick this thing up. I had no idea what it was, since I don't know anything about bayonets other than that they're fun and a good way to hold up rifles in the dirt when you're tired of lugging it around. *raises hand* yep, I'm a mosin owner.
I figured it was from the Vietnam-era, due to the sheath it came in. Didn't think they issued plastic ones until then. I'm guessing it fits an AR-15 of some type, which I don't own. It had a bit of blackish rust of some sort on one side of the blade. It wasn't too sharp, but I figured if it was under $5 it was worth picking up to clean up. Might make a good knife, who knows?
I ask the nice lady, after she was done telling the wonderful story about how Jesus and a nice preacher-man got her to quit smoking after 35 years of cancer-stick indulgment, and she takes one look at it and says "Eh, a buck'll do."
It took the same amount of time to whip out my wallet as it did for my Brother in law to cringe in regret. One Washington later, I'm the proud owner of....
...I have no idea! Tell me about it guys! I cleaned it up for the picture, sharpened it to a nice edge, and carried it into the woods while hunting for the last two days. So, what have I got?
Ok ok, I'll stop being a smart-ass for a second.
After a long morning of sitting on my butt in the woods, watching the squirrels frolic and the deer be small and puny, my brother and law, my sister, my mother, and I all headed into town to grab some food. On our way back, our stomachs full, eyelids droopy, and melting icecream that needed to either be eaten or put in a freezer in the back of the Jeep, my Sister and mother decide to stop at the most junky looking garage sale I've ever seen. And I've seen them all. My mother and sister run a little antique booth inside a larger antique store that rents out spaces, and they are absolute carrion feeders when it comes to garage sales. You have an old plate/chair/doll/Snoopy-figurine that you want to get rid of? They'll give you $0.50 for it and sell it for $12.
That being said, their feeding grounds are these little garage sales. So we stopped. I get angry. It's hot and the ice-cream is beginning to liquify. No pint of Blue-bell should ever be treated so.
Well I get out and begin to wonder around aimlessly with my brother in law, looking at the tables and musing about some of the random pieces of things sitting at the tables. Here's where I get lucky.
He gets distracted by a pair of christmas-tree-ball-ornamate salt/pepper shakers, and I head to the next table without him. Sitting in one corner all-alone is this bayonet. I pick it up, show him, and he says to me the following:
"No waaaaaaaaaaay"
Yes way. A bayonet. Completely out of place amung the Disney figurines and old comic books. So he's thoroughly angry that he let those salt/pepper distract him for the split second it took me to pick this thing up. I had no idea what it was, since I don't know anything about bayonets other than that they're fun and a good way to hold up rifles in the dirt when you're tired of lugging it around. *raises hand* yep, I'm a mosin owner.
I figured it was from the Vietnam-era, due to the sheath it came in. Didn't think they issued plastic ones until then. I'm guessing it fits an AR-15 of some type, which I don't own. It had a bit of blackish rust of some sort on one side of the blade. It wasn't too sharp, but I figured if it was under $5 it was worth picking up to clean up. Might make a good knife, who knows?
I ask the nice lady, after she was done telling the wonderful story about how Jesus and a nice preacher-man got her to quit smoking after 35 years of cancer-stick indulgment, and she takes one look at it and says "Eh, a buck'll do."
It took the same amount of time to whip out my wallet as it did for my Brother in law to cringe in regret. One Washington later, I'm the proud owner of....
...I have no idea! Tell me about it guys! I cleaned it up for the picture, sharpened it to a nice edge, and carried it into the woods while hunting for the last two days. So, what have I got?
got the carbine to go with it?
