Originally posted by george minze:
I went into my regular gun shop, they had just received a case of FMJ 9mm. Before I could get there the shop had sold the whole case to one person.
OK, I need someone again to explain to me why we should patronize or show preference to the local gun shop. If he'd limited the first buyer to a more reasonable quantity, there might be a box or two left over. But the proprietor did just what Wally World does, he sold the product to the first guy who tendered the cash. Had that happened to me, I'd have been polite (as polite as I could muster), thanked the gentleman behind the counter, and muttered that I needed to check out WalMart on my way home. Then I'd have done it.
Just like employers in America have mostly stopped showing any loyalty to their employees, the employees need to look out for their own best interests. In the OPs drama, the gun shop simply engaged in free enterprise. The customer should do the same, except next cycle, he probably should stop at WalMart on the way.
For me, the ammo thing is just fun to watch and be a part of. I really don't think I'll be in a position to run out or even run low. Those suggesting prices will fall and those of us with a tiny stockpile (define tiny) will be sorry are probably in for a rude awakening.
What we saw at the gunshow 2 weekends ago was interesting. Gunshops with stale ammo supplies were dumping it. They were taking profits or at least liquidating what I consider enormous supplies of it. One seller not far from our table had a lot of it in boxes. My table pardner was in a buying mood. We both bought a bunch of antique or collectable ammo (SuperVel.)
I'm guessing someone just dumped the back room or bought out an estate. Prices were reasonable compared to what new stocks of ammo would be priced.
What amused me the most is I've been buying moldy old boxes of other peoples ammo for a few years now. The prices haven't really increased that much on old stocks of ammo.
Maybe you guys will get lucky some day and I'll die. Then you can pester my widow for anything the boys haven't stolen.