I’m shocked! Shocked, to find ammunition going on here.

I went into the drug store in the crappy little town nearest where I live this morning, and out of a morbid sense of futility walked past the only ammo counter in the crappy little etc.

And quite to my surprise…


No pistol ammo in any relevant caliber, of course. That would be too much to hope for.

I didn’t really need any rifle ammo, but bought a box anyway just so I could mark the date when I saw some at the drug store for the first time in more than a year.

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7 Responses to I’m shocked! Shocked, to find ammunition going on here.

  1. Why not? A neighbor asked me if I wanted a half-box of .243, free, so I took it. I never owned & may never own a .243, but somebody I know might. In these scarce times, ammo is ammo. I may be able to trade it for a partial box of something useful to me & not to the owner. Barter is good.

  2. Joel says:

    🙂 Indeed. I’ve been living by barter for 15 years. Take what you can get, trade it for what you need. Ammo is always useful in that regard.

    If they (whoever ‘they’ are) think they’re going to stop us from living free, they’re very wrong.

  3. The Neon Madman says:

    For me, the key is primers. I expect that it will be a long time yet before I see small pistol primers back on the shelf, and when I do I am going to make sure that I never get caught short again.

  4. Matt says:

    I went to get three free medium duty rifle cases from a man moving and downsizing. When I got there, he asked if I knew anyone who shot .270? I checked w my brother, and yes, he did. Got five boxes for $40 bucks of name brand hunting ammo, some minus a round or two used for sighting or getting that deer. Nice deal, right time, right place.

  5. Indeed, Joel! I know that barter is the manner of most of your transactions. Funny how well it works when folks are left alone to work things out between one another.
    I’d almost feel sorry for ‘them’, if ‘they’ weren’t the ones who brought us to this pass. Since they did, fuck ’em.
    “And we, we will dance on your graves”

  6. Joel says:

    “And we, we will dance on your graves”

    Rome never looks where she treads.
    Always her heavy hooves fall
    On our stomachs, our hearts or our heads;
    And Rome never heeds when we bawl.
    Her sentries pass on—that is all,
    And we gather behind them in hordes,
    And plot to reconquer the Wall,
    With only our tongues for our swords.

    We are the Little Folk—we!
    Too little to love or to hate.
    Leave us alone and you’ll see
    How we can drag down the State!
    We are the worm in the wood!
    We are the rot at the root!
    We are the taint in the blood!
    We are the thorn in the foot!

    Mistletoe killing an oak—
    Rats gnawing cables in two—
    Moths making holes in a cloak—
    How they must love what they do!
    Yes—and we Little Folk too,
    We are busy as they—
    Working our works out of view—
    Watch, and you’ll see it some day!

    No indeed! We are not strong,
    But we know Peoples that are.
    Yes, and we’ll guide them along
    To smash and destroy you in War!
    We shall be slaves just the same?
    Yes, we have always been slaves,
    But you—you will die of the shame,
    And then we shall dance on your graves!

    We are the Little Folk, we, etc.

  7. Mike says:

    “A man can never have too much red wine, too many books, or too much ammunition”

    ― Rudyard Kipling

To the stake with the heretic!