It's an interesting magazine, primarily oriented towards potential causes of disaster, both on a local and an international scale. Cost $9.00 so it isn't cheap, but what is anymore.
There were a lot of new "primitive living" magazines out on the rack. They all seem to focus on the period of the Mountain Men, 1822-1846 roughly although everybody sets their own dates for that. I didn't buy any. I don't plan to be making buckskin clothing, or hunting with a black powder muzzle loader so it doesn't seem like a good investment for my money.
A lot of people must disagree with that analysis, though because that genre is really increasing rapidly. I counted three magazines on the rack specifically oriented towards mountain man style living, and we have a very limited selection of magazines in this town even if don't consider the subject matter.
Hodgdon's 15 Annual Reloading Manual is out. I always buy them, because they keep me up to speed about new loads and powders in a way my trusty hard back load manuals from the major producers of bullets and powders don't.
They make a nice reference library, and I keep them in my reloading section of the shop with my other references.
I got into reloading many years ago because I had to make my own ammo for some of the older guns I had. There wasn't any surplus or commercial out there. Then I just branched out until the only weapon (other than shotguns) I have I can't reload my own ammo for is the Nagant pistol. One, I have enough surplus ammo for that, two, the brass costs too much for Boxer primed, and three I am not fooling around with bullets recessed into the case. I haven't shot my Nagant pistols in years anyway, I don't see me being reduced to holding off the barbarian hordes with one of them.
My wife has come down sick, doubtless with some hideous malady she got at school. But when we went to the medical supply locker for Robitussin DM, the cupboard was bare! My spreadsheet said we should have four bottles. But it transpires that the wife, for reasons best known unto herself, has been ignoring a cardinal rule, and not writing down on the clipboard what she takes out of the cupboard. So, though it is cold, dark and foggy tonight, I had to drive into town to buy a bottle. This does not happen to me. But when she is sick is no time to discuss the need for adhering to our ironclad procedures which we have used for thirty years. I'm at a loss, though. I wonder if old age is catching up with us and this is a manifestation of it in her? It's not like her to ignore the procedures, she knows why we have them. She's always been good about it. If there had been snow or ice, and I couldn't get out of here, she'd just have to make do with something else. We have NyQuil Day and NyQuil Night, but for some reason she doesn't like those.
At any rate, while I was in town I bought two packs of hog jowls for the dogs, so they made out for supper tonight. I also bought little bottles of "real" coke and sprite, so my wife can keep hydrated without wasting the soda, as she certainly would if it were in cans. I bought Gatorade, which neither of us like but, like chicken soup, the culture here says you must have if you are sick. I can't drive all the way to town and back (about 28 miles) just to buy one bottle of medicine. I went to the grocery store, since I didn't feel like driving all the way out to Walmart, which is perched by itself on the big road near the county line. Tomorrow I'll go to Walmart and make a big buy after I re-inventory the medical supplies and see what else is not there.
By the way, one of the blogs I follow is that of a family who sails around and lives on a boat. I enjoy the guy's log, and he is a good writer. Unfortunately, his last post details a ship wreck and I guess that's the end of his sailing log for awhile!
Ship Wreck post