Saturday
I picked up a wad of ammo for some friends and even scored 500 rounds of 223 for myself.
Sitting in my office last night, thumbing cartridges into a handful of Magpul Pmags, it felt like being pregnant. Pregnant with whoopass. And I’m ready to deliver.
Always a good feeling. That reminds me, it’s probably a good time to pull some preventive maintenance on my SHTF-ready magazines.