I'm lucky. My little North Country town still has an old-fashioned hardware store, a relic that sells things like horse collars, kerosene, and carriage bolts. Here I can get some wood screws, a drill bit, a Milky Way, and some deer-rifle ammo-all in one stop, taking the time to warm myself by the woodstove. But even here I sometimes get strange looks and shrugs when I ask for something out of the ordinary, a specialized bolt, say, or a particular kind of wire. My barn, basement, and even my Jeep are crammed with outdoor gear of every description. Something always needs fixing. Parts can be elusive, and specialized tools equally hard to find.