Fishing for TreasureAdventures in Junk

Bill and I set out exceed­ingly early one Sat­ur­day to visit a flea mar­ket far out in the coun­try and sell a cou­ple of black pow­der long guns. He used to col­lect them, but got tired of pour­ing pow­der or bit­ing car­tridges or what­ever the obso­lete oper­at­ing sys­tem was.

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