As long as 90 days

The hysteria is great, so it seems, in the South.

Ammunition sales are astounding. Firearms that normally sell reasonably priced are going for much, much more than most of us have ever seen (well, maybe just before the Brady ban went into effect).

Gun stores and ranges are doing a very brisk business. Brisk business is wonderful to see in this economy, especially selling products that have been around in our economy since before the founding of the actual nation itself.

People tell me I should be worried.

I'm not.

I don't need my guns.

Yet.

I may never. I hope I don't. I would rather simply enjoy the things I do have and not need nearly as many of them as I, even now, think I do.

It's not as though I believe Big Brother is going to come take them. No, they'll be much more slick than Willy ever imagined. Taxes, insurance, restrictions, etc. If they want them badly enough, they'll make my life miserable trying to keep them.

I hope I finish my sojourn here before that day.

For now, I have them if I ever do need them.

And that one over which I recently shared my lust here

It's on order. Special order. Ambi-safety; beveled mag-well; and 24 lb recoil spring (and a few other goodies) will round out the graces of an already fine tool. It could take 90 days, but I think that's just good capitalistic customer service. Sell you on the product, but tell you that you can't have it just yet.

We see it all the time with movies and video game systems.

BTW, new object(s) of lust - here (yes, the fancy-schmancy mean-looking carbon fiber one) and here.

I've shot the latter, but have yet to try my hand with the former.

I require a field test to really decide (and a lot of extra $$$).

Hoping for that field test April 11th at Rocky Knoll Sporting Clays. We shall see.