See, Claire would stress about this problem. I just giggle.

Well, I don’t giggle. I chuckle. In a hearty, manly fashion. Claire would get all angsty and guilty over materialism. But I think greed is good.

This is my ready-ammo drawer for pistols and shotgun (and some odd rounds for my Browning, which I never use)……And you’ll notice it’s respectably stocked for a poor guy and even rather neat. But before this afternoon it was a tangle of cords and old holsters and junk that you had to dig through to get to the pitiful stock of ammo. Pitiful but growing – I’ve been doing enough at the reloading bench that I wasn’t actually out of anything I use, but still. Kind of pitiful.

But today I tried to store all the ammo and components my visitors brought me yesterday and found that I had – wait for it – too much ammo. This is of course an impossibility, but what I mean is I had too much ammo to store unless I cleaned up my ready-ammo drawer.

And also filled the empty stripper clips in my AK ammo box……and even haul some of the 7.62 Commie out to longer-term storage with my bulk supply that’s not stored inside the cabin. (My philosophy on ammo storage is as follows – and I’m not saying it’s right, I’m just saying it’s the way I swing – I’ll practice with a pistol until I’m down to what’s in the pistol and all its magazines or speed strips, because with pistol I’d rather have lots of practice and almost no ammo for serious purposes. But with rifles, I can barely bring myself to practice when I’m down to my last thousand rounds. Again, I’m not saying it’s right. I’m just saying that to me, my pistol is for reactive defense because it’s what I have with me day to day. If I can’t solve an immediate problem with what I’m actually carrying, a million rounds in a case somewhere isn’t going to help me. But my rifle is for the mutant zombie biker apocalypse, and I want lots of ammo.)

But getting back to what I started this post to say – today I actually had to clean out my ammo drawer to make room for ammo. And it made me giggle chuckle in a manly fashion. It was like a small-scale Scrooge McDuck moment. Which always makes me think about my friend Claire, because she gets amusingly angsty about materialism whereas I think more is always better.