This in from the NRA...

Pine wood derby only comes once a year, and around here, its a bit of a big deal.  Palm sanders and Dremel tools chip and grind away rough spots as the boys make design decisions while having a great time building their cars.

It is no secret, I have been an unsuccessful hunter for more than 4 years.  All my dreams of saving the family dollars by killing my own meat has turned out to be a loss on the family ledger.  Year after year, I trudge out to the woods thinking "This will be the year" only to stagger home with blisters and shin splints.  Then, too, are the hopes that I will plug in to a community that will show me the ropes.  But that hasn't happen either.  I once hunted with William Tyler (great great grandson to President John Tyler) only to really feel that it was not real hunting, or at least not the kind of hunting that I wanted to accomplish.  He, along with 15 or so of his friends, ran dogs and really just stood there and waited for the yield.  It was productive enough, but not my cup of tea.  I want to move into an area, use my instincts and really tap into something that many men of today have lost tough with...