my rst paper shells smell like Minnesota mud. last time I used them (hopefully for life) was in a large tag alder swamp coated with a good bit of snow and freezing temps the night before. it was overwhelmingly the highest concentration of timber doodles in my life. as the morning moved on I of course had more and more snow to fall on me,and I was also sweating heavily.
I no know why my grandfather hated paper shells so much. the more snow, sweat, and water from falling down every third step everything about me was wet. those stupid paper shells swelled up so much that I has having to hammer them in the chambers with the butt of my knife. some shells would not even chamber like that.
after a while got so mad that I threw the paper shells as far as I could in the tag alder swamp. they deserved a less dignified death, but it was the best I could under the circumstances.
Last edited by Marc Stokeld; 01/30/13 08:33 PM.
