Don’t forget, it’s National Ammo Day. Stop by the gun store or Dicks Sporting Goods (there is one at the Dulles Town Center) or WalMart or wherever and purchase a few boxes of ammo.

The goal of National Ammo Day is to empty the ammunition from the shelves of your local gun store, sporting goods, or hardware store and put that ammunition in the hands of law-abiding citizens. Make your support of the Second Amendment known–by voting with your dollars!

Actually, in my book every day is Ammo Day, but we should all be doing our part this week to send that message.

UPDATE: The inimitable Ben Dover took my advice and stops by to relate his experience, below the fold:

Joe – I took your advice and headed over to Dick’s at the Dulles Town Center. Before actually entering Dick’s, I decided to have a few pops at the Cheesecake Factory, because in my estimation, there’s no better way to purchase ammo than with a few cold ones under your belt (if you know what I mean). Also, in my experience it always freaks out the person behind the counter when your purchasing ammo, and they can smell a trace of alcohol on your breath. For added entertainment, I like to mumble a little bit – just makes them wonder what the hell you’re actually saying.

Anyway, I bought quite a bit of ammo – Remington mostly – Premier AccuTip Bonded Sabot Slugs (8 boxes), and some Slugger High Velocity Slugs (8 boxes), and then I also loaded up on some Semi-Jacketed Hollow Points for my .357 and my 9mm (I was going to get 10 boxes (5 for each) but said, “What the hell?” and bought 20 (10 each), and then I wrapped up my shopping trip with 10 boxes of Core-Lokt for my 12 Guage (on which I have mounted a “Street Sweeper” Magazine – always draws a few stares when I go deer hunting).

So, as you can see, it was quite the little shopping venture. Anyway, when I was done, I went back over to the restaurant and set my bags on the bar, and ordered another round (no pun intended!) – but the lady behind the bar accidentally knocked my bags and let me tell you – ordinance went everywhere! All over the floor. And the looks on the faces of people in the vicinity – well, it was priceless. I don’t think many of those folks have seen THAT MUCH AMMO in one place at one time. Then, after I cleaned up everything and asked the guy next to me if he’d like a “shot” (get it…..shot!). I thought he was going to fall off that bar stool until I said, “Damn it, man….I’m talking about Whiskey!” Good times, I tell you….good times.

Just like it always goes for me.