I hate moving.
Almost 3 months later and we are still dealing with the packed crap. I had been in a foul mood trying to figure out where the heck I had a couple of crates with ammo and brass I knew I loaded in the container but now I could not find. I was specially mad because one of them had my small stash of .22LR.
BINGO! Found them.
You guys read the tribulations of finding ammo in Miami, so you can imagine how pissed off I was thinking I had misplaced it or had it stolen somehow. Funny thing, that bag of .223 shells has been with me years before I ever got my first AR. I tried to sell it a couple of times, but there were no takers because ammo was cheap back then. And it is no longer for sale, suckers! The other shells are part of the 357 magnum stock for which I do have a revolver but eventually I will hunt for a lever action rifle.
If you excuse me, Dr. Motrin awaits. I keep forgetting ammo is heavy.