In Michigan, he'd be called "The last white guy still living in Detroit."
In Arizona, he'd be called "an avid gun collector."
In Arkansas, he'd be called "a novice gun collector."
In Utah, he'd be called "moderately well prepared," but they'd probably reserve judgment until they made sure that he had a corresponding quantity of stored food.
In Kansas, he'd be "A guy down the road you would want to have for a friend."
In Montana, he'd be called "The neighborhood Go-To guy."
In Alabama, he'd be called "a likely gubernatorial candidate."
In Georgia, he'd be called "an eligible bachelor."
In North Carolina, Virginia, West Virginia, Mississippi, Tennessee, Kentucky and South Carolina he would be called "a deer hunting buddy."
And in Texas, he'd just be "Bubba, who's a little short on ammo."
BUMP!
Somebody doesn’t know Michigan very well.
The thing about private arsenals in California, which has been true for some years now, is that the ability and willingness to collect arms and ammunition, explosives, compressed gases and gasoline, seems to be inversely proportional to the knowledge of how to properly store the above.
A big favorite is to build a small, concealed bunker in the desert, then pack every square inch of it with such things, omitting ventilation, firewalls, or any other safety measure. And sometimes throwing in a booby trap or two.
So typically, when such a bunker was discovered, the EOD sent there to render it safe would reply, “FTS. Blow it in place.”
So what about LA & NY ?
“In Montana, he’d be called “The neighborhood Go-To guy.””
I live in Montana and you are absolutely correct. We laugh when we hear about some gun nut in Kalifornia having a half dozen firearms and a few hundred rounds of ammunition.
In Montana that guy would be a piker.