heypete
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Heh. The folks around here don't really care, neither do the folks in Arizona at the Wal-Mart.
Myself, my friend Kim, her fiance, and my soon-to-be-girlfriend Sarah decided we were going to go out to the Arizona desert to shoot. Halfway out of town, we realized that we didn't have enough ammo for more than about 15-20 minutes of shooting.
We head to the nearby Wal-Mart and go to the sporting goods counter. We told the guy, "We need some 9mm Luger, .38 Special, and .40 S&W". He inquired "How much do you need?", to which the response was "All you've got." We also threw in a hundred rounds of Federal 12ga birdshot. We walked out of there with about a thousand rounds of ammo, and nobody so much as batted an eye. The fact that all of us, with the exception of Sarah (who'd never shot before) were packing (Kim and I openly, me with a G19, her with a Walther P99. Her fiance had his police-issue Sig, but was carrying concealed) didn't seem to phase them at all either. I don't even think anyone noticed the guns.
At the local (it's about 40mi away) Wal-Mart here, there's the "regular" Sporting Goods Counter guy, and some other random folks. The other folks can't find jack, and since Wal-Mart puts the ammo on the other side of the counter, it's impossible for you to point out where it is while the guy's looking for it. Very frustrating. When the regular guy's there, he'll find anything you want right away, sell you whole cases of ammo, and make some small talk...but no comments about the quantity of ammo being purchased.
I'd just let it slide, or come up with a witty response. "See the price of copper going up? Ammo's made with copper. Think of it as investing in copper futures." or something equally random.
Myself, my friend Kim, her fiance, and my soon-to-be-girlfriend Sarah decided we were going to go out to the Arizona desert to shoot. Halfway out of town, we realized that we didn't have enough ammo for more than about 15-20 minutes of shooting.
We head to the nearby Wal-Mart and go to the sporting goods counter. We told the guy, "We need some 9mm Luger, .38 Special, and .40 S&W". He inquired "How much do you need?", to which the response was "All you've got." We also threw in a hundred rounds of Federal 12ga birdshot. We walked out of there with about a thousand rounds of ammo, and nobody so much as batted an eye. The fact that all of us, with the exception of Sarah (who'd never shot before) were packing (Kim and I openly, me with a G19, her with a Walther P99. Her fiance had his police-issue Sig, but was carrying concealed) didn't seem to phase them at all either. I don't even think anyone noticed the guns.
At the local (it's about 40mi away) Wal-Mart here, there's the "regular" Sporting Goods Counter guy, and some other random folks. The other folks can't find jack, and since Wal-Mart puts the ammo on the other side of the counter, it's impossible for you to point out where it is while the guy's looking for it. Very frustrating. When the regular guy's there, he'll find anything you want right away, sell you whole cases of ammo, and make some small talk...but no comments about the quantity of ammo being purchased.
I'd just let it slide, or come up with a witty response. "See the price of copper going up? Ammo's made with copper. Think of it as investing in copper futures." or something equally random.