This little dude would have thrilled me to no end as a kid. On a cross-state road trip yesterday I found 3 of them in a little backwater junk store. The shopkeeper said he found them locally. This is in an area I did a lot of polegazing when I was really young, following my father and friends around as they hunted pheasant. A warm memory of those days flooded over me as the guy told me about how people bring "lots and lots" of insulators to him. This item may not be that special in the hobby, but to an eight-year-old kid walking around in the frozen winter desert as the sun began to warm my face, the memory is priceless.