The long BATF/E wait is over -- almost
Well, well, well. Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco, Firearms, and Explosives (BATF/E) Inspector X just left my rat-infested, bug-infested hovel a short while ago, and apparently I had no skeletons in my closet because he approved my Federal Firearms License (FFL). But what a colossal waste of time.
Mind you, I am most appreciative that the inspector drove up here from Palm Beach County and approved me in less than 15 minutes. But the interview and premise inspection were silly. He read to me from a checklist, something that could have been done over the phone, then did not even bother to look at my workshop and gun area.
I suppose that if, in his opinion, the house looked in ill-repair or I looked unsavory (which I normally do but clean up good when I want to), the pleasant visit might have been different. And it was pleasant. Turns out the inspector knew of my hometown area and used to vacation there with his family. So basically we drank coffee and chatted about how much we both detested the Clintons.
But do I have the FFL in my grubby little paws? No. He will notify the BATF/E Licensing Center and they will mail me the document. Hopefully that will occur before the next decade is upon us. Then it's compile a log book, sign up for state sales tax, pick up my county occupational license, register with the Florida Department of Law Enforcement (FDLE) for NICS checks, and open accounts with a few select firearms and parts wholesalers.
But it's all good because this months-long fiasco is over -- almost.