I am relatively young(52). But I feel old. It is not my physical, spiritual or even mental age. It is just that people really don't seem to know guns anymore. I guess it is because even at the lgs people don't talk about guns much anymore. People are caught up on twisting turrets and 6.5 manbun. People don't complain about the lack of primers here. They just buy factory. Nobody talks about Elmer, Jack or Warren. They shoot tikkers in 300wsm and go in to check their zeros and then go hunting. The pendulum has swung to the side that the rifle is a tool like a hammer. My uncle recently was killed in a car wreck near Ogalla Nebraska. He would talk guns with me. He was very practical but had knowledge. My father who passed on three years ago really knew guns and I miss him. It seems that most people I am around are much younger and have zilch for deep knowledge of guns and even practical knowledge of how to squeeze accuracy out of them. This week I bought a new edition colt python. It had been on the shelf for about a month and I just gave up and bought it. I don't have anybody even to tell me that a SW 686 is a better gun. I see a bunch of folks that don't appreciate the finer elements of guns. I wonder if any of you feel that way.
Ha, ENJOY it while it lasts. It only gets worse.
We used to ride dirt bikes through the forest to scout deer trails and look for caves to explore carrying a pen light in one pocket and a pistol on my hip as standard equipment. Rafting, dirt bikes, hiking camping something like that every weekend. Probably 10 or so of us in revolving different people camping "off grid" every weekend with wifes and kids.
Now they are all dead, moved on, some guys got new girlfriends but mostly are just sick or gone. COPD, arthritis, COVID, heart attacks. Even if you find a few here and there who SAY they want to hunt, learn to hunt or try it out for a day, they think picking up a sack of corn at Walmart and hauling it to the end of their lot on a lawnmower to pour in the feeder is hunting. Then they'll move the mower out of the utility shed come the weekend of gun season and sit in there to shoot out the window with their 300 Lapui Grendali magnum and call the wife and kids on the cell to help 'em load it in the family truckster for a trip to the processor.
Heaven forbid they get a mosquito bite out there. Means a trip to the doctor and Lyme disease shots the rest of the summer.
