This took a full day longer than anticipated.

A fairly substantial "wreck" yesterday involving dogs and their proclivity to get into mischief sorta' delayed progress. The dogs are fine, and the mischief half repaired, and pretty much forgiven, but that's another story whistle .

Rubber cement and admittedly bogus Wal-Mart "Felt" (made from re-processed and virgin unknown fibers). Wool felt it AIN'T.

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Steve Redgewell's had a post running about cleaning up one's re-loading area.... I'll concur, it's always sorta' like CHRISTMAS, finding stuff you thought you'd misplaced blush, and discovering "Bargains" that were swept up, tossed into a drawer, and promptly forgotten. They say the devil's in the details. Today's detail is about losing a soul-less gray plastic tackle box, and replacing it with the warmth of wood.

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Disregarding the poetic and romantic aspects entirely,....shaking out one's lurk periodically has GOT to contribute to both productivity, and efficient use of space. When you've only got a little , it becomes that much more important.

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That old sewing machine salesman's box fit's into it's new space slicker than Willie Clinton's finger into Monica's azz.

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GTC




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