Who doesn’t fondly recall their first .22?
Mine was waiting under the Christmas tree. It was obviously a firearm.
I was 8-years-old. It was a special present and I couldn’t wait to rip off the red wrapping paper. I’d finally graduated from airguns. I was thrilled.
Today, .22LR is being bought and sold, speculated and traded like a hot stock, or the now infamous bitcoins.
Our good friends at Guns Save Lives have penned an open letter to .22 speculators, saying basically that its time to end the craziness. The artificial demand has caused prices to skyrocket. It’s time to stop, they say.
I couldn’t agree more.