Okay, every shooter has felt the pinch over the past year: either no ammo available or absurd prices. Or both.
Looking to stock up for a shoot, a buddy of mine recently drove to his favorite gun store to buy a few boxes of .40. Upon getting there, he was refused purchase: "Sorry, we have so little that we can only sell it to you if you're picking up a new gun." Frak!
It so happens that my friend works as an designer for the company that formerly published Guns & Ammo magazine, which was purchased by another company and is now in the middle of moving out of state.
A couple days ago, he runs into a couple of the G&A guys, who are packing up their office, and they get to chatting about guns, of course. One asks my friend what he shoots most. A Beretta .40, he replies. The G&A guy smiles and says, "Come back later and we'll have something waiting for you."
When my buddy stops back a few hours later, he's led over to a handtruck and three large carboard boxes. Inside? A nice little parting gift.
He sorted it all out when he got home:

Looks like his Beretta will be pretty well fed into the foreseeable future.
Is he a lucky SOB? Yes.
Am I jealous? Yes, and I don't even own a .40!
What does this have to do with anything? Nothin' — I just thought it was a cool story.
Looking to stock up for a shoot, a buddy of mine recently drove to his favorite gun store to buy a few boxes of .40. Upon getting there, he was refused purchase: "Sorry, we have so little that we can only sell it to you if you're picking up a new gun." Frak!
It so happens that my friend works as an designer for the company that formerly published Guns & Ammo magazine, which was purchased by another company and is now in the middle of moving out of state.
A couple days ago, he runs into a couple of the G&A guys, who are packing up their office, and they get to chatting about guns, of course. One asks my friend what he shoots most. A Beretta .40, he replies. The G&A guy smiles and says, "Come back later and we'll have something waiting for you."
When my buddy stops back a few hours later, he's led over to a handtruck and three large carboard boxes. Inside? A nice little parting gift.
He sorted it all out when he got home:

Looks like his Beretta will be pretty well fed into the foreseeable future.
Is he a lucky SOB? Yes.
Am I jealous? Yes, and I don't even own a .40!
What does this have to do with anything? Nothin' — I just thought it was a cool story.


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