I just moved into a new home and I wouldn't let the movers touch anything firearms related. Instead I did moved those items myself. With the climate of things in our nation, particularly PA given the Eric Frein manhunt, I wasn't exactly comfortable driving with all my ammo, reloading equipment and supplies. I couldn't help imagine what could happen if I was pulled over by the authorities while in transit. I had the back end of my Ford Explorer loaded with primers, shell cases, bullets, powder, scales (only to be misconstrued as drug paraphernalia), and reloading presses. That is not to mention actual ammo. I did not transport firearms in the same trip (not enough room).
This, to me, is not a lot of ammo/firearm related supplies. It is adequate for my needs at the moment, but I actually would like to reload in several more calibers. To make it economical, i.e., save money, I would buy even more powder, bullets and primers in bulk. Shell cases, I'd pick from the range. This seems rational to me.
To the low information types and almost everyone in the media, it seems extreme. Geez, two bricks of .22 lr sounds like a lot to them. Their uneducated perspectives are not appreciated. Unfortunately, I did worry about transporting perfectly legal items given these low information and para-militia police types. That shouldn't be the case in our country. It shows the amount of tyranny that actually exists.
Ohh... The last time we moved, I had all of my guns and ammo loaded into my Expedition(fully loaded). I was pulled over for no reason at all. The cop claimed that I was "weaving"(I believe the dude working at the gas station I stopped at called the cops on me). When asked for my license/registration, I told the cop that I had firearms and ammo in the car because I was in the process of moving. The next thing I know, I'm staring down the barrel of a Glock 17 aimed at my face, and he was yelling at me to get out of the car.
The bastard put me up against the car and searched me, he called for "backup", and they proceeded to remove all of my guns from the car, and ran the numbers on all of them. It was a little eerie that my name was associated with all of them. After determining that none were stolen, he said that he thought he "smelled" alcohol on me. I then passed a field sobriety test, and he gave me a breathalyzer anyway. I blew a 0.0. He THEN let me go...... I've had a VERY negative view of the police ever since.(that wasn't the first time I've been subjected to bullshit like that)
I hope one day I see that fat bastard pinned down by some gang bangers or something, needing my help... I'll just let them eat him for dinner....