Deer season opened here, not something to get particularly excited about, but I do get out for a bit. I dug my bright orange coat out, knowing that all the paraphernalia that I like to take with me would still be in the pockets from the last time I wore it, almost a year ago now. Just to make sure everything was as it should be, I dumped out the pockets to double check.
There’s the short rope, a ZipLoc bag with paper towel in it, a length of string, a plastic case that hold shells so they won’t rattle, and a compass that has guided me to lots of wild places.
But the compass’s needle wouldn’t move. That’s the second old compass that I’ve dug out this fall with the needle stuck. Both of the compasses are about the same vintage, bought back around 1970, and made by one of the big-name companies.
I doubt it’s planned obsolescence on the manufacturers part. The guy running the company when those two compasses were made is probably dead by now.
So I guess I better check more of my favorite old stuff to make sure it is still working as it should.