Last night my oldest daughter and I went to Wal-Mart to pick up a few things, and I thought it would be a good opportunity to work on another two bug-out back-packs, an extra for us, and one for my Mom who travels frequently. I found a couple of packs that were suitable for storage, and moderate hiking and proceeded to fill them up with all sorts of Coleman goodies, meds, toiletries, knives, lighters, Mountain House, sterno, etc. While we were in the camping aisle, I already had a basket full of items, and the packs on top. There was this 20 something year-old kid that obviously noticed the packs and started a conversation with my 16 yr. old. I pretended not to notice, but I was curious to hear what others think, so the conversation went like this: Young man : "So, are y'all going camping?" My daughter: "I don't know" Young man: "Well, i'm building a go-bag!" My daughter: "Is that so?" Young man: "Yeah, all of my buddies have them at work, and they are all really scared that something is about to go down. They told me I better build a go-bag, so when it does I will be ready. Everybody is getting ready for something. If something happens, i'm heading to the woods. I don't have a gun yet, but I do have a shotgun on lay-away, it is bad-ass, a Mossberg 500 pump 12 gauge. Oh, and I play a lot of paint ball." My daughter: "that's nice." At this point, I was doing my best to keep from laughing, so I led her out of the aisle to hit the medical, toiletries area. After we were finished there, she had to head to the food side of the store so I drifted back over to the camping aisle to look things over again and see if I missed anything that I needed. This poor guy was standing there staring at everything, but I don't think he had but an item or two in his cart. After a minute or so of looking through everything again, I turned around to see if he needed any help, or if he would listen to any direction, but he was already gone. Now by this time it is about eleven at night, so we go to check out. Of course the guy at the register is a San Francisco hippie (he told me all of that.) He wanted to know if I was going camping, I just told him I was heading to the ranch to do some camping, then he had a few more questions about where it was, and made a few statements about how Texas had such a range of different environments, and that it wasn't like that out in San Francisco, etc. He did make one interesting comment: "seems like lots of people are going camping". While the ammo shelves were empty but for shotgun, and a couple of bolt gun calibers, the camping supply section looked pretty full. As things get worse and more people start "going camping" those things are going to start to run out as well. I have been to three Wal-Marts in the past week, all pistol and semi-auto ammo is gone. The only .223 I saw was at Academy, where Monarch is $9.99 a box of 20. If you need anything, I wouldn't wait too long. I am starting to see the current events and the fear within the peripheal vision of the general public.