The Big D and I were cruising around town, looking for 10mm ammo for an STI double-stack 1911 (part of Jon Wayne Taylor’s quest for the perfect truck gun). We rocked up to an Austin Academy Sports and headed for the firearms department. It was the department of no 10mm. And only two boxes of .22 per customer. When I asked the salesman (above) what’s up with the .22 blues he said one word: “plastics.” Wait. Wrong movie. “Hoarding.” . . .
Apparently, customers buy as much .22 as they can wherever they can. And even when they can’t. Some are so desperate for .22 they’ll go out to the parking lot, change their shirt and come back in for a second go. “One guy had a neck tattoo,” our salesman said, shaking his head. So it wasn’t hard to ID him as a would-be repeat customer.
But tell us: how’s the ammo situation in your neck of the woods? Price, caliber and availability back to normal?