...to pick up some ammo. In NY state, when we order online, ammo was supposed to have been sent to a dealer instead of we untrustworthy peons receiving it directly, that as per the NY UnSAFE Act. Yes, I know, some dealers will deliver it directly because the part of the law requiring ammo be delivered to a dealer kind of went down the toilet. That was because it also required a background check each time you ordered ammo and NY state probably found out it was illegal to run federal NCIC or NICS checks on us just for ammo purchases (and I know that it is illegal for a fact). Still, some dealers refuse to send it directly to the customer and PSA, the dealer from whom I purchased my ammo, is one of them. The thing is though, I could not beat or match the price elsewhere for CCI Mini-Mags in the amount I ordered so I ordered from them.
Anyway, as I was saying, I took a walk from home to the FFL to get the ammo. The distance each way was 1.2 miles, not far by almost anyone's standards but maybe a bit of a hike for a fat boy like me. Then again, I often walk up to 4 to 5 miles in a day so for me in particular it was a nice stroll. It was even a nicer stroll because I was pushing my grandson, of almost10 months, in his stroller in front of me.
We got to the store and I told the proprietor I had something to trade for ammo and indicated my grandson. It was amusing, at least to us. He gave me my ammo, did not charge me the $10 the NY SAFE Act allows him to charge for the transfer (nor did he confiscate my grandson) and then held the door open for us but only after trying to get a rise out of RJ. (Ryan John - I am the only one who calls him RJ at the peril of my life cause my daughter hates it when I do so.) I made RJ laugh and all was well. The 2,000 rounds of 22LR ammo was dumped into the bottom of the stroller and off we went. The walk home was a little longer, maybe by 1/4 to 1/2 of a mile more because we stopped in a couple more stores and we had to go out of our way to get to the second of those but that was okay as I was enjoying it. By then, RJ was out cold so it did not matter to him how much further we walked.
So why bring him along to pick up my ammo? Well it was good incentive for me to walk instead of drive and I am somewhat of a fat body in need of some exercise and taking him for a walk got me going. It was also my way of introducing my first grandson to the world of shooting and to start to mold him as a stalwart of the RKBA (right to keep and bear arms). No, it meant nothing to his young mind today but maybe after enough trips like this with gunga gramps it will start to sink in by osmosis!
All the best,
Glenn B
Anyway, as I was saying, I took a walk from home to the FFL to get the ammo. The distance each way was 1.2 miles, not far by almost anyone's standards but maybe a bit of a hike for a fat boy like me. Then again, I often walk up to 4 to 5 miles in a day so for me in particular it was a nice stroll. It was even a nicer stroll because I was pushing my grandson, of almost10 months, in his stroller in front of me.
We got to the store and I told the proprietor I had something to trade for ammo and indicated my grandson. It was amusing, at least to us. He gave me my ammo, did not charge me the $10 the NY SAFE Act allows him to charge for the transfer (nor did he confiscate my grandson) and then held the door open for us but only after trying to get a rise out of RJ. (Ryan John - I am the only one who calls him RJ at the peril of my life cause my daughter hates it when I do so.) I made RJ laugh and all was well. The 2,000 rounds of 22LR ammo was dumped into the bottom of the stroller and off we went. The walk home was a little longer, maybe by 1/4 to 1/2 of a mile more because we stopped in a couple more stores and we had to go out of our way to get to the second of those but that was okay as I was enjoying it. By then, RJ was out cold so it did not matter to him how much further we walked.
So why bring him along to pick up my ammo? Well it was good incentive for me to walk instead of drive and I am somewhat of a fat body in need of some exercise and taking him for a walk got me going. It was also my way of introducing my first grandson to the world of shooting and to start to mold him as a stalwart of the RKBA (right to keep and bear arms). No, it meant nothing to his young mind today but maybe after enough trips like this with gunga gramps it will start to sink in by osmosis!
All the best,
Glenn B
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