Woe is me.

It’s April 8. One week until Taxation Is Theft Day.
My Vortex scope is en route to Wisconsin. I’m too lazy to pop another scope on the Ruger 6.5 (more like I don’t want to f up the lapped rings).

I have an appointment in a few days to swap out the snow tires. And having made the appointment, it’s snowing out. Again.

On the other hand, I’m alive and well! For certain definitions of “well”. And the calendar says it’s Spring and almost Black Fly Season!