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On Monday before the election, I was doing what a lot of gun owners were doing, buying ammo. I don’t have to tell you why.
I was chatting with another fellow about the Olde Days, before Sandy Hook, when .22LR ammo was $5 a brick. I was making an observation that, should Donald Trump be elected, maybe we could relax and stop hoarding.
He smiled at me and agreed. Then he admitted he had 6,000 rounds at home.
And he had a brick in his hand.
I smiled and put my ammo in the cart, and we headed out.
And I thought to myself, you wonder why there’s a shortage.
People.
Please stop hoarding .22LR!
I have a brick and a half, but it’s what I shoot (when I can).
So I am asking, now that (it seems) the threat of the repeal of rhe Second Amendment is gone, that we all pledge, especially for .22, to only buy as much ammo as we shoot.
Let’s say you shoot a brick of .22 in a month. If you have twelve bricks at home, don’t buy any more .22 for six months. Then you’ll still have six months in reserve.
Then, buy a brick a month. No more. Buy what you use, no more.
You know what will happen? In those six months that you don’t buy, the price will go down, provided everybody else does the same.
Do the same for the other calibers you shoot. Keep a reasonable amount – for me that’s three months, but you decide for you.
So, Dear Reader, if you agree to take this pledge with me, please say so in the comments. Then come April, we’ll see where the .22 price is.
Agreed?
Now, I know that’s the kind of title I might use if I were announcing I was closing down my blog.
On the contrary. I mean quite the opposite.
Those who follow me here, or on Twitter or on Facebook or my other blog, Plumb Mad Dog Mean, know that since last March I have been fighting leukemia. Between that and keeping life going, it’s about all I have had time or energy for.
The last USPSA match I shot was on February 27, 2016. I looked at this match as the last one I would shoot before qualifying for Senior in March. I was right, but it was also the last match I would shoot before being diagnosed with leukemia on March 15.
I must confess, thanks to a suppressed immune system, and not really feeling like going to the range, I haven’t fired a gun since that match. But all of that is going to change.
I have come to realize, the hard way, that life is short. There are things I enjoy in life, and I owe it to myself to devote some time and energy to those, and to enjoy them to their fullest.
So, I have put together a set of goals that I want to reach, before the anniversary of my transplant on June 28:
So, look for more posts. The ones involving these goals will be tagged Moving Along.
One of the side effects of my leukemia treatment is that I have lost about 30 pounds, and about 4 inches on my waist. As a result, I can actually carry a pistol in a shoulder holster without having to do some kind of sick judo move on myself just to get to it.
Now, if I decide to, I can carry my father-in-law’s old Beretta. Nice.
Who knows what’s next.
Fill Yer Hands 