Last year, I went through ammo hell. I decided to pull out my old nylon .22 rifle—one I bought 50 years ago—to shoot some cans for fun. So, I headed to Big 5 to pick up some .22 ammo. That’s when the madness started.
The clerk told me I needed a Real ID to buy ammo. I didn’t realize a passport would’ve worked too, so off I went to the DMV to get the Real ID. Once that ordeal was done, I returned to Big 5, ready to finally buy some rounds.
But no—now they tell me that, after checking the state database, I don’t have any guns registered in my name.
Of course not! This .22 was bought long before any of that was required, and it doesn’t even have a serial number. So I had to figure out how to register it. That took weeks of paperwork and waiting. Finally, I got everything sorted, went back to Big 5, and was able to buy a brick of .22 ammo.
Out of curiosity, I asked if I could now buy any kind of ammo. The clerk said, “Sure.” That blew my mind. So let me get this straight—I couldn’t buy ammo for my own .22 until I jumped through all these hoops, but now I can walk out with ammo for any gun, even if I don’t own it?
Makes no sense at all.