Seems like we all were Sophomores, honestly was too broke to even consider a gun and never really paid attention to the ban until it sunset.

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Just starting my sophomore year of high school. I was obsessed with electric guitars, not guns.

probably this....

I was gloating that Republicans and the evil NRA were finally going to be shown that we, the common people, were in charge.  

I was 18 years old and an idiot who believed every word MTV and the nightly news said to me.

High school football practice

7th grade.  Most likely came home from football, did homework, chores, relaxed until bedtime.  At that point I had my 870 and my Marlin .22 and I was happy.  It didn't even register.

Second year of law school, so I'll assume I was reading something for class.

I was 15 and had just finished paying off an m1 carbine at the pawn shop about a week before. My grandma had to do the background check for me though.
Damn I freaking kick myself for getting rid of that gun a couple years later in a really bad trade. Makes me sick to this day to think about it.

I turned 18 that year, and bought my first rifle in the summer (that was not a hand me down hunting gun).  It was a stainless 1022.  The next month I saved some money to get some big  mags that were on the shelf when I bought it and there were none.  That's how I found out about the ban.  My family was basically all hunters, so no one paid any attention to it at the time.  I was always at college or work and had no idea what was happening at the time.  Good news is I got my father on the boat and got him an ar and 10 mags for Christmas last year.  A cool thing about that Era is my wife still has a mak90 ban gun that she got from Woolworths. Lol, I remember after the ban ended, that some shops were still trying to sell prebans for well over $2k.

I was in 5th grade...  10 years and 11 months later I was purchasing my first AR15.

$1150 for a used pre-ban PWA Commando  Sold that about 6-7 years ago to a fellow behind enemy lines in CT on the EE for $950.


11 fucking years ago...  I don't know why but that makes me feel old as fuck and some of you bastards are saying you were in college in 1994

Haulin' freight at a high rate of fuel consumption!

I just moved into my new apartment at 127 Washington St, Apt 37, in Boston.

The couple in apartment 47 would have extremely loud passionate sex for hours at a time. And by loud...I mean LOUD. And when I say "for hours", I mean they'd have 4-6 hour marathons. Impressive.

The building was full of elderly Russian Jews sponsored by the Temple next door. Nobody spoke English. Those fuckers were always stealing my fuses from the big communal fuse box on the first floor. Fucking Russians.

The only other English speakers in the building was a guy who played piano at a piano bar, and an old lady who'd walk up and down the hallways screaming, "Stop dumping your trash in the hallways, stop dumping your trash in the hallways, stop dumping your trash in the hallways....!!!" because Russians live like fucking pigs. No shit, they'd just throw their trash bags out into the hallway like there was some sort of magical trash bag fairy that would take them away. They'd also throw all their newspapers down the staircases every weekend. By Sunday night it was treacherous walking down the stairs from all the newspapers that made their way down the staircases in pieces. As I said, Russians are fucking pigs. Our landlord had his hands full keeping up with those filthy animals.

I had a balcony that overlooked the Fidelis Projects. The Fidelis parking lot was full of Cadillacs, BMWs, Lincolns, and even a goddam Jaguar. Apparently being poor pays really well. A black BMW drove in circles all night laying on his horn. Local drug dealer advertising his presence. The only time his horn stopped was when he was making a sale. Seven nights a week. There was a police station about 1/2 mile away. Apparently they didn't care.

The only appropriate response was to blast my stereo at all hours and order Mega-Meals from Wing It. We'd cheer on the couple upstairs whenever the moaning and groaning stopped and pound on the ceiling with a broom handle in celebration.

I proposed to my wife in that apartment. We stayed drunk for a year. One little bedroom, small living room, and a galley kitchen. We still count that dump as our favorite apartment

But it wasn't really a dump. The building had just been renovated. I call it a dump because it was full of Russian white trash who were doing their best to turn it into a dump.

I didn't even know Clinton signed the AWB when it happened. I was stationed in Arkansas while he was governor so was already burned out from the non-stop deluge of rape accusations filling the pages of the Arkansas Democrat Gazette. When he was elected President I did my best to ignore that vile piece of shit. I'm not kidding, there were dozens of women who accused him of rape while I was in Arkansas. The Arkansas State Police was under investigation for threatening and intimidating his victims. I couldn't believe he made it to the White House.

So there you have it.

"I was in Junior High, dickhead!"


Kidding. I was 21 and had just purchased a Beretta 92F with extra mags.


 

I'd have just started 5th grade, so probably going to bed early.

My dad was probably in the basement furiously loading mags and keeping an ear out for the black helicopters.

I was too young to remember the day exactly, but my dad went from owning 2 single shot rifles and an RG .22 all his life, to buying if i had to guess  5 or 6 rifles and 2 or 3 handguns because of it.

This was over the course of maybe 2 or 3 years.


I was 8 and could field strip his Norinco SKS and MAK 90.

I was 25 and wasn't into guns at all, hell .... I bought my first AR in 2005 from Atlantic Fire Arms and didn't even know that there was a AWB.

Starting sophomore year at college.  In August I had spent most of my summer money on an M1A, my first rifle.  September when I got to school I took the last $400 and sent an order to Gall's for 20 more M14 mags.  Postal money order.  No stores were online yet, guess I should have called.  Order came back out of stock a month or so later, got a refund on the MO.  

Looking back it wasn't a big deal because the law was stupid and counterproductive for the antis, but at the time with little on the net except rec.guns, nobody knew anything.

I was 12.  

I was way more interested come the 2004 sunset.  

16 year old sophomore in high school wishing I had a vote, knowing I was screwed for the next ten years.  Mom was going on about how the law made sense because no one needs and assault rifle for hunting, my father and I meeting eyes with a WTF look on our faces.

I was a missionary in Bulgaria.

Probably not the 9th grade homework I was assigned. Or football practice. I should've been buying .22 bulk packs.

Turning in my two weeks notice at Compact Controls. If not that day, it was pretty close to then.

Probably missing college classes and balls deep in my girlfriend at the time.  ZFG about the AWB because I wasn't into the baby killing machines just yet.

Probably eating Chicken McNuggets and watching a taped episode of Mighty Morphin' Power Rangers.

Deployed in Saudi Arabia.  I didn't buy (well, build) my first AR until ten years later, when the shitty ban had expired.

I was busy being 8.

I had graduated highschool that year, and didn't buy my first gun until over a year later. I was unaware of the AWB.

I became aware of it later, in 2001 when I decided to put together an AR-15. I had gotten an RRA lower with an A2 buttstock and an Olympic Arms PCR rifle kit with a 20" barrel. It ended up a pretty decent rifle.

Building  a Monrail at Newark Airport

Johnson City TN, working at Prime Time Video, too broke to even think about panic buying.

Doug's Shootin Sports in SLC IIRC.

It was 1986 that got me.  I had fondled a select-fire Steyr AUG early in the year, and almost pulled the $2500 trigger (so to speak.)  I wasn't paying attention to politics at the time, and had no idea about FOPA, and what it meant.



Probably the only expensive gun I regret not buying when I had the money to do so.  

Been divorced for about 6 months around that time.
Bars, college town, college girls...well you get the picture.

Was into shotgun sports then, skeet, trap, sporting clays.

Growing up. My dad had just had his first heart attack and I was left to handle four acres of tobacco by myself. That was a long August/September/October.

Furiously taking photos of the same bayo lugged, flash hider upper on every lower I could get my hands on, you know, for keepsake.......  

I was 25, had a lever 30/30.



I can still kill shit better with that 30/30 than a 5.56.

I was in my LGS procrastating on wether or not to buy a house sp89 with the laser equipped fore grip for 900

If I remember right I was at work and trying to GTFO early as I had some assignments I wanted to work on for a class and I wanted to study for a test I had the next day.  

if you mean with regards to the AWB I had no clue such a thing was a bout to happen; I was in college and just trying to pay my bills.  I will say that two nights later as I sat and read a newspaper at the bar (inside a restaurant, no alcohol) I was freaking pissed and got into an argument with a true FUDD regarding Congress's and Clinton's actions.  It was what made me politically active and pay far more attention to what was going on with the government.

I bought two (2) HK USP 9mm pistols and eleven (11) magazines.

Probably sitting among the tumbled down ruins of my childhood treehouse, everyone I'd ever loved taken from me by divorce, death, dementia, or distance, trying to figure out how it all went so wrong.  It was a bleak time.

Underway

I was three, presumably at home celebrating my mamas birthday

FBNC

At home.  I generally had Sun-Mon off back then.

That was my first year in the USMC.  By that night, I had completed all my initial/primary MOS training and done one summer drill.  I would have been in college, beginning of the semester, which means I was probably drunk on the floor blaring NIN hoping one day I would go to war.

Schofield Barracks, HI

I was out of town for work...........can't remember where but I do remember hearing the news about it passing.

I walked to the local bar near the hotel and got drunk.

I swore and yelled..........the bartender and most of the people agreed with me so it must have been in a gun friendly State.

I had just started college. I was aware of what was going on with the ban, but being a first year college student, I didn't have much money to spend on guns.  I bought a ban rifle about 4 years later.