Where do wargamers go when they shuffle off this mortal coil?
That's a question that I won't attempt to answer. Even though I am a wargaming vicar, I will leave theology for my other blog. However, I think most of you, gentle readers, know by now that when our wargaming friends pass away, they tend to leave a lot of stuff behind.
Last Saturday I took advantage of a lovely and sunny early spring day to drive the two hours from Collingwood down to Stratford to visit Hot Lead, ably run by my friend James and his redshirted cohorts. I only had a short window of time, so it was all about saying hello to old friends, scanning the games in progress, and of course shopping.
The bring and buy was picked over and offered nothing of interest. I did buy some lovely painted scatter terrain from a local fellow named Dale Jardine (sorry, I don't have his business' name or website), including these overgrown ruins ready for fantasy games or for pulp heroes like these ones to explore:
Fallen trees and stumps! Perfect for fantasy or for my ACW gaming, where stumps around a homestead or in a second growth forest battle like The Wilderness would be common. What a clever idea!
Other than these purchases and a handful of specialty dice (including average dice, necessary for Keith Flint's Honours of War rules), there was nothing I really wanted, but then I met some fellows I know who were selling off the wargaming collections of two chaps as a kindness to their loved ones.
I wasn't interested in the figures on offer, but I was keen to stock up my rules library. Can one ever have enough Napoleonics rules?
I never did learn the Fire and Fury systems in their heyday, so I feel I should have a look at them. I've also heard good things about Shako.
Finally, I succumbed to this old school Phil Barker classic, because I love the enthusiasm of people like Barker who enjoyed a hobby before it became an industry. Coincidentally on social media today, somebody saw this photo and said he'd just received an Easter card from the Barkers, so good to know that Phil is still around.
Why does the elephant on the cover look sad? Because nobody ever borrowed this poor book! Either Templeton SS didn't even have _one_ nerd, or the nerd stole the book from the school library.
So while old wargamers may die, they sure leave a lot of stuff behind them. I admired my friends for managing these little hobby estate sales; it is an act of charity to get rid of a friend's kit and hopefully pass some money back to their widow or survivors. Buying these books seemed the right thing to do, even though it was an intimation of my own mortality.
Perhaps, as one of my friends said to me, our stuff will keep circulating in ever decreasing circles as our generation drops off, and eventually there will be only a few us left standing, at which point the last of us should agree that we will be cremated atop a giant pyre of wargames toys.
I have a friend who I've asked to be my hobby executor if I predecease him, and maybe I'll do the same for him, you never know. What plans have you made for your hobby gear when you fall of your twig?
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