All my life, or at least as long as I can recall, I have wanted a legal suppressor to screw on a firearm. Pistol, rifle, take your pick. I just... wanted one. The idea fascinates me. It makes so much sense.
What stopped me? Justifying what amounts to a toy. I never NEEDED one, I just wanted one. Even when money wasn't tight, I just couldn't justify the expense. Mostly the $200 tax stamp I think. It was throwing money away, paying extortionists.
Well, I just ordered one. The only thing I have left in the process is stopping at the SS Kiosk tomorrow and doing fingerprints.
What kicked me over?
I've had my face rubbed in it. Life is short. Too many things are in my past, or have turned into never wills. THIS I can still pull off while I'm alive and can enjoy it.
Probably.
This one will be a rimfire unit. I wavered for weeks thinking about getting a .30 or a 5.56 can, and swapping it around. Today I talked to a man who does exactly that, and he's happy with it.
But... I decided to just say fuck it, and get what I want. I'm starting with a rimfire unit that will live on the new .17hmr. A 5.56 can is in my future as well, and I'll probably order it long before the ATF gets their shit in order and runs the paperwork on my first one.
Something to look forward to. Something to make sure I'm around to enjoy.
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