TL;DR - Helped someone with a minor chore, ended up with some duck and goose ammo.
I planned to take a long mountain bike ride. I've been buried with work, and was looking forward to it. I got a call as I was finishing up screwing around with all the air chambers. I almost ignored it, but it was a call from a friend who is out of town, and I wondered what was up.
(We had a big wind storm blow through first thing in the morning)
He called and begged me to go help his dad. His mom was frantic. Apparently, a HUGE TREE!!!!!! (it was not a huge tree) landed on the house, and dad (pushing 80) was about to climb up on the roof with a chainsaw and remove it.
So, being a good friend, I thought I'd postpone my ride by an hour or so, go help the guy and be done with it.
It turned out to be pretty simple - it was just a couple of large branches from a big Ponderosa, but while up there, I noticed some other issues, so fixed them too.
Anyhow, he was grateful, and we talked awhile afterward. He knows I like to hunt, and he's given it up due to his poor eyesight, so he asked if I wanted the last of his shotgun shells. I figured I find a bunch of paper shells, but instead, he had a couple of mixed ammo cans of mostly steel shot 12 and 20 ga!
I skipped my ride and went home to sort them out and this is what I found: Not a HUGE AMMO FORT haul, but enough steel to shoot a bunch of waterfowl this season.
Sorted by size and type:
A WHOLE unfired box of CCI Minimags from who knows when.
And this: Proof that the world used to be sane about firearms. I grew up in a town without a Sears, but never knew they sold shells!