So today I have been transferring ammo from the old wooden ammo crates it was in, to these new cans.
One fact of life this process has reinforced for me is that I am not young anymore. A fully loaded .50 cal can weighs a lot.
If you are on the third floor, putting the ammo into cans, and then you have to haul them down to the first floor, down two flights of stairs, it gets old really fast.
But I am reorganizing the ammo. Before, my intention was largely to preserve it. Now, I am trying to get it organized in such a manner as to keep it in good shape long term, but organize it better by type, and in smaller packets.
In 1986, I came up here with my household goods, a few guns and not much else. I had no idea what all I would need to live here, and I just learned as I went.
But even then, I knew the Democrats would do all they could to grow the government, and to make citizens into serfs. I got involved with some people in Lousiana, who introduced me to some people in other states.
I learned that things were a lot worse than I thought they were. I didn't pay much attention to the outside world when I was in the Marines. It's a closed society and you just don't much care what's happening in CivDiv. Especially if you are shipboard or deployed a lot.
One of the things I learned from my new found friends was that while the government could never find all the guns, they could cut off the ammunition.
Some of the people I met back then, especially in the South, were religious based.
One of the groups was called "Christian Identity." They were all over the Carolina's and probably other places as well in those days.
The Christian Identity people had a "guru' but they were spread out in small groups throughout the mountains.
I was always a little nervous when we met with them because they were fanatical. Think " American Taliban." But they knew the value of ammo and their supplies were impressive. It really takes a group to acquire adequate quantities of ammo. I learned a lot of practical things from them and others I met during this period, when I was still trying to work with other like minded people to accomplish something. Personalities and the constant turmoil these folks were involved in eventually led me to stop interacting with "groups." But I did learn from the experience.
Money was tight for some time after we got out of the service. It wasn't until I went to work for the oil and gas industry that we really had enough disposable income to start stocking up. As I've mentioned before, my boss was a truly evil man, but he did some nice things for me. One of them was letting me purchase ammo wholesale through his Firearms business. He had all the right permits, so I would tell him what I wanted, he would order it, and I would buy it from him. We did all the necessary paperwork to keep it above board. I got large quantities of surplus military ammo that way, usually in the wooden crate, in the cans.
I am not messing with that. I don't know any better way to store it than as it was issued. I keep all my cases of ammo in climate controlled spaces (as I do with all ammunition regardless of type.) What's going into these ammo cans is loose boxes that I've been storing in old wooden ammo cases. I just filled the cases up with whatever happened to be bought at the time, and then left them alone once a case was filled.
I didn't finish today, and I probably won't finish tomorrow. I'm labeling the cans with a number, then putting the contents into a spread sheet under that number. I have been keeping an inventory for years, but it's light on detail. This will let me find what I want, right away.
It never hurts to do a little leg work, so that when things go sour you can concentrate on the important things, and not details.