While I was in Florida I asked the wife to get me a couple of boxes of .17 Hornet. I knew my partner wanted to go up on the slope after Arctic Fox when I got back. I wanted to try out the .17 Hornet, in comparison with a .22 LR, .22 Mag, and the .17 HMR. Arctic Fox are smaller than Red Fox, and more delicate. She went to Wal-mart, and Fred Meyer and talked to clerks that were there who really did not know anything about guns and ammo. They sold her .17 Mach II, .17 HMR, and one guy sold her some .17 Remington. Not a big deal, I'll give the Mach II to a friend that shoots that. The .17 Remington is shot by my partner, so he will take that one from me. The .17 HMR I shoot myself so I can use it. But she never did find .17 Hornet. I finally found some at Sportsman's this week, so I'm good.
anyway this morning I sat her down at the table and we went over the different .17 and .22 cartridges. I laid out the .17 Mach II beside a .22 LR, a .17 HMR beside a .22 Mag, a .17 Hornet beside a .22 Hornet, and a .17 Remington beside a .223. She was familure with all the .22s, but the .17s were a mystery to her. Now she understands, she also discovered I have bought the .17 Hornet, and two .22 Mags, that she never knew about. Ooops.
I then showed her the .17 Super Mag cartridge in a magazine. I hinted that would be next, she threw the magazine at me and said, "After I get my Arab".
Domestic Tranquility, it's such an allusive thing. It comes and goes at the drop of a hat, or even a cartridge. Oh Well, I'm going hunting, bye.