New Mexicans line up outside Sportsman's Warehouse on the rumor of a shipment of AR15s.
Meanwhile, in the Palmetto State, the Myrtle Beach Bass Pro Shops has a line pretty much every morning in hopes of getting ammunition.
I don't think people are buying this stuff just in hopes that they'll have more to turn in.
All this queuing and panic-buying makes me feel like the Boston Brahmin in the old joke who, when asked by a friend from New York where she bought her hats, replied "Buy our hats? My dear, we have our hats."