There are so many holes in this it's outrageous. How do you keep track of serial numbers past point of sale? Did you ever mix rounds between boxes? Ever share with a friend? Which serial numbers did you shoot out of that box? Oh, yeah...I suppose they could fix that by prohibiting resale of open boxes, requiring all sales to go through a dealer, and banning reloading equipment. I suppose casting your own bullets is out of the question, too.
Then there's the question of how to put a serial number on a .22 LR round, or how you account for birdshot.
Here's a pickle:
Homeowner: Officer, my house was broken into and my ammunition was stolen.
Cop: Really? What serial numbers were taken?
It goes on and on...should've seen this arising out of the Heller case. Can't go after the guns, so they'll go after the ammo. This is along the same lines as junk science banning lead bullets. The 2nd Amendment doesn't guarantee your right to ammo, does it? So now we're going to have to push costly legal action to prove that "arms" includes ammo.
It is absurd. I'm waiting to see if any of these states actually pass it. You wouldn't be able to cast your own bullets anymore, that is for sure. Originally there were talks of the bullet and the brass being numbered together, like a vehicle's matching frame and engine vin#. That would cease all reloading. This new legislature is for bullets only (as far as I can tell). There is another problem too. Who is to say the manufacturer's equipment doesn't place the right corrisponding numbers between the bullet's and their case? That wouldn't be good, and is a very likely senerio.
Another thing to look at is the poor folk in CA. We already see what is happening with prop. 8. What if they decide to release personal info of who bought a certain type of round, or who is buying ammunition? Good way of finding out who has what type of weapons too.
Of course it's absurd except when you consider the real agenda here. Then it begins to make sense. What hurts is the fact that so many americans know so little about guns now and seemingly dont care about their right to own one that politicians dont need to cloak their adendas as carefully as they used to. We see this for what it is. The average soccer mom nods her head, drinks the koolaid and goes about her day not realizing(or worse, not caring) she has just eroded the bill of rights a tiny bit further. . ,)
The inventor of the equipment to serialize ammunition tried last year to get washington state to adopt it. It failed horribly, there is a in interview with the guy on the NRA's website and to sum everything up the guy doesnt know how to ensure it works.
The level of knowledge Americans have about firearms is truly disappointing.
My wife and I watch "Life" on TV. It's a detective show, so you'd think the writers would make an effort to be somewhat accurate in technical details regarding things like firearms, etc.
In last week's episode the protagonist had been shot. After his recovery, he took the bullet he'd been shot with, melted it, re-cast it, and shot his attacker with it.
Where it got ridiculous was in the reloading process. Apparently this bullet didn't have a copper jacket on it. He just melted it down in a ladle over a camp stove. He then poured it into a mold, and apparently the bullet hadn't lost any weight when it was fired the first time. He then picked up the case, which apparently didn't need to be sized or primed. He took the case and just dipped it into a can of powder to fill it to the rim, like dipping a cup in a punch bowl. Then he set the full case on top of his table and pounded the bullet into it with a pair of needle-nose pliers.
I was having a conniption by this point, and my wife just thought I was being over-critical.
In the darkness, the hunter stumbles through the underbrush, making noise and leaving his scent seemingly EVERYWHERE!
Daylight will be here in 30 minutes and he wanted to be in the stand an hour before daylight.
"I know I left that stand RIGHT in this area last night," he mutters under his breath, "but where is it now?"
He traipses back and forth in a zig zag pattern, getting himself overheated and sweaty, but never finding the stand he left there the previous evening – and eventually sits on a...