Michael H checks in:
"I remember the first year I became a member of the National Rifle Association. I was five and had my first membership card to go along with the .22 my dad bought me. My brother tried to grab it but he was only three. So I shot him in the ass and confined him to the play pen. That showed him."
NRA members just don't mess around.
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Give me a division of Mr. Haz's in Tabboulistan and that whole shootin' match will be over verrrry quickly!
I got a 22 when I was 10. We had very specific limits and my father was stern about all the safety things.
He also had, from his grandfather what he called a "squires rifle" - also a 22, single shot, 1880s or so....a beauty.
Don't get my position on guns wrong TY. As crazy as you might think I am, I am responsible. My beef is with the idea that everyone is ok to have a gun when I know that everyone isn't "ok".
have a good sunday morning. foggy here...i mean realy costal fog...wonder what is up.
Crows, we shot crows in the backyard with a Crossman air rifle. And my group of buddies chased each other around with BB guns in the woods of a nearby county park. I was a good shot with my Daisy lever-action BB gun.
And I wore a Davey Crockett coonskin hat.
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