Funny story about buying my rifle.
I went to buy the rifle, but they didn't have the model I wanted. So they handed me the model they had and we spoke about it and I told them I wanted to buy it.
We moved on to optics and I settled on the reflex sight because it was cheap ($99) and I really didn't research optics yet.
I told them to ring me up as I was on my lunch hour and needed to get back to work.
They wanted a copy of my drivers license . As I handed it to the guy , he asked me " is address correct?"
I told him no I had moved and I had to get a new license next month and I was going to change the address then.
He said " I can't sell this to you until you have a state id with the current address, but a state fishing license will work"
So now I'm speeding off in my car to get a fishing license. I went to a national chain store that ahem has bass (hint).
As I walk in the building I'm confronted by a lady trying to sell me a vacation packaged. After about 10 minutes of me being as nice as possible to her and telling her I didn't want the vacation. My blood is starting to boil.
I'm thinking this just blew my chance to get the license and drive back and get the rifle. The gun store closes at 6 pm and I never know when I'm going home. Finally I get the license and drive back to work.
I get back to work and the owner walks over by my desk. I tell him I was 5 minutes away from buying a rifle and tell him what had just happened.
He said " hell drive back over there and go get that rifle"
So I did. Now I have a rifle and a fishing license .