Well if you ever find yourself in my little frozen corner of the world, libations and conversations can flow. Steel tombs - an apt description. As a kid, they were just in a closet. In woodshop, I built a gun rack for Dad and they then were visible for all to see. As a young man, I hung my two favorites in the antlers of a mule deer mount (Dad was a taxidermist also) that was visible to any passerby on the front sidewalk. Nobody thought anything about that. People understood and accepted guns as a normal part of life. That changed over time and now we have the steel tombs. I must divest or see the undertaker and get a third tomb.
Cheers,
Jack
BTW: have you checked and deciphered the lyrics from the photos in your Visitor Messages ?? Hit the airwaves 1967.
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Hunt ethically. Eat heartily.
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