Curtain Fall: Second Edition, Disaster, Preparedness, Survival, Awakening (The Gatekeeper Book 1) by Kenneth Cary Page A
Authors: Kenneth Cary
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the most part, their prices were fair and their supply was good.
There was a gun store closer to John’s home, but again, he felt compelled to avoid any place he frequented. He knew the owner of the gun shop pretty well, having done a lot of business with him since moving into the area, and engaging in his regular shooting competitions, but he couldn’t go in and purchase bulk ammo for the same reason he left work without saying goodbye, it would be out of character. John only bought the ammo he planned to shoot for each individual event, saving his home supplies for an emergency. A big ammo purchase at the gun shop would raise questions, and he wanted to avoid questions.
No one at Cabela’s would know him, and since he could pass it on his way home, it presented too good an opportunity to ignore.
John had a rough idea of how much ammo he had, and he mentally calculated his need while he drove. He lost track of his inventory because he occasionally bought a box or two of whatever caliber got his attention whenever the opportunity presented itself.
By his best reckoning, he figured he had about a thousand rounds of 5.56, eight-hundred rounds of 9mm, and another eight-hundred rounds, give or take, of 45. He also had a couple thousand rounds of .22LR, which wasn’t much when he considered their overall usefulness.
At one point, like near the end of the Iraq and Afghanistan military deployments, military caliber ammo was hard to find, and even rationed in some stores. Now, it seemed to him anyway, that .22 ammo was the hardest caliber ammo to find. The small rimfire ammo flew off the shelves as soon as it hit the stores.
John started shopping for .22 on-line, and noticed that many private sellers were asking ridiculous amounts for their supply. And of those who sold their ammo fairly, their stocks were completely depleted in seconds of becoming available on-line. Since .22 wasn’t privately reloaded, it had to be purchased from manufacturers, so demand remained consistently high despite the claims that production was in overdrive. John hoped to purchase some of the small, but very useful rounds, at Cabela’s today.
To round out his ammo inventory, John also had a couple of hundred rounds of .308 and 12ga, in both tactical and game loads, but not nearly as much as he would like to have if disaster struck. He marveled at how quickly his perspective changed with the belief that the Caldera eruption was imminent, and wondered how others would act with the same perspective. “There’d be a mad dash for everything,” said John aloud, “It’d be chaos.”
John exited the interstate and made his way to the parking lot of the huge outfitter. After parking the Suburban on the side of the store, well away from the entrance, he entered the store and was greeted by a friendly clerk. He acknowledged the clerk and grabbed a green, plastic shopping cart.
Every Cabela’s that John had ever been in, and that was quite a few, displayed their firearms and ammunition on the left side of the store when you walked in. This one was an exception, but John knew the store well enough despite the local pattern.
He made his way to the ammo and began looking for and collecting the supplies he wanted. Shopping really wasn’t his thing, but he could handle shopping for guns and ammo. As for deals, he usually always found better on-line, but sometimes he liked to put his hand on what he was buying. His only complaint about shopping, and it was certainly true with Cabela’s, was waiting in a checkout line.
John’s excursion through the ammunition section was quick and deliberate. He knew exactly what he wanted, and where to find it. With the shopping cart adequately weighed down with ammunition, to include a brick of .22, he strolled over to the rifle scope counter.
He had considered buying a night-vision scope for his homemade M4 rifle, but the cost of such an accessory always deterred him. He also didn’t really need one. He wasn’t
There was a gun store closer to John’s home, but again, he felt compelled to avoid any place he frequented. He knew the owner of the gun shop pretty well, having done a lot of business with him since moving into the area, and engaging in his regular shooting competitions, but he couldn’t go in and purchase bulk ammo for the same reason he left work without saying goodbye, it would be out of character. John only bought the ammo he planned to shoot for each individual event, saving his home supplies for an emergency. A big ammo purchase at the gun shop would raise questions, and he wanted to avoid questions.
No one at Cabela’s would know him, and since he could pass it on his way home, it presented too good an opportunity to ignore.
John had a rough idea of how much ammo he had, and he mentally calculated his need while he drove. He lost track of his inventory because he occasionally bought a box or two of whatever caliber got his attention whenever the opportunity presented itself.
By his best reckoning, he figured he had about a thousand rounds of 5.56, eight-hundred rounds of 9mm, and another eight-hundred rounds, give or take, of 45. He also had a couple thousand rounds of .22LR, which wasn’t much when he considered their overall usefulness.
At one point, like near the end of the Iraq and Afghanistan military deployments, military caliber ammo was hard to find, and even rationed in some stores. Now, it seemed to him anyway, that .22 ammo was the hardest caliber ammo to find. The small rimfire ammo flew off the shelves as soon as it hit the stores.
John started shopping for .22 on-line, and noticed that many private sellers were asking ridiculous amounts for their supply. And of those who sold their ammo fairly, their stocks were completely depleted in seconds of becoming available on-line. Since .22 wasn’t privately reloaded, it had to be purchased from manufacturers, so demand remained consistently high despite the claims that production was in overdrive. John hoped to purchase some of the small, but very useful rounds, at Cabela’s today.
To round out his ammo inventory, John also had a couple of hundred rounds of .308 and 12ga, in both tactical and game loads, but not nearly as much as he would like to have if disaster struck. He marveled at how quickly his perspective changed with the belief that the Caldera eruption was imminent, and wondered how others would act with the same perspective. “There’d be a mad dash for everything,” said John aloud, “It’d be chaos.”
John exited the interstate and made his way to the parking lot of the huge outfitter. After parking the Suburban on the side of the store, well away from the entrance, he entered the store and was greeted by a friendly clerk. He acknowledged the clerk and grabbed a green, plastic shopping cart.
Every Cabela’s that John had ever been in, and that was quite a few, displayed their firearms and ammunition on the left side of the store when you walked in. This one was an exception, but John knew the store well enough despite the local pattern.
He made his way to the ammo and began looking for and collecting the supplies he wanted. Shopping really wasn’t his thing, but he could handle shopping for guns and ammo. As for deals, he usually always found better on-line, but sometimes he liked to put his hand on what he was buying. His only complaint about shopping, and it was certainly true with Cabela’s, was waiting in a checkout line.
John’s excursion through the ammunition section was quick and deliberate. He knew exactly what he wanted, and where to find it. With the shopping cart adequately weighed down with ammunition, to include a brick of .22, he strolled over to the rifle scope counter.
He had considered buying a night-vision scope for his homemade M4 rifle, but the cost of such an accessory always deterred him. He also didn’t really need one. He wasn’t
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