

Let me rant a little on the TSA. There are strict rules for flying with guns and ammo, clearly spelled out on the TSA site. Great! As it should be!
Pensacola didn’t give two fucks, just made sure I had dual locks and asked if my ammo was boxed. Yep!
I get to Tulsa and the agent wouldn’t check my ammo because it wasn’t in this exact box. It was loose in the fucking box it came in.
Small arms ammunition (up to .75 caliber and shotgun shells of any gauge) must be packaged in a fiber (such as cardboard), wood, plastic, or metal box specifically designed to carry ammunition and declared to your airline.
(And no, your magazine or clip does not count as packaging. Don’t play like that.)
I said fine, throw it out, I gotta go. Nope. “Sheriff has to take possession.” Fine! Give it to the cops when they get here. Bye!
Now here’s the rub: You cannot argue with a TSA agent. They have total authority to make any call they like. Orders conflict with what’s on the TSA site? Too fucking bad, their call. I get the rule giving them discretion on the ground, but fuck me it turns some of them into little Nazis.
I’m particularly salty because this was during COVID, which mom died of while I was waiting at DFW, and ammo was unavailable at any price.
In the US our colleges and universities typically have what they call extension offices that can tell you all about the local environment. Anything like that where you’re at?
From Gemini, but it’s factual:
Lots of great advice here! I’ve learned the most just by getting out in the woods and swamps and looking. Still so much I’m ignorant of! A great project for you, that I’ve been slacking on, is putting events into a calendar or tracking app. “May 15th, dragonflies are back.” “June 1st, banana spiders back.” Stuff like that.