I lived in a western state for some thirty years, during that time I got to know the various varieties of gun-people pretty well. The one variety that bothered me was the lovers of guns.
To me, guns they were just objects, some quite well made but still just a tool for one use and that was killing things. Some expressed the sentiment that their family would not go hungry as long as they had that super expensive rifle. Yet it seemed to me that venison or other wild meat once on the table cost about fifty times the value of just going to the market and buying a tasty product.
Some of my friends would insist on showing me their arsenal every visit, and I would ooh and ah for them. Most all had the standard arguments for the necessity of guns as put forth by the NRA.
Did I own guns? Yep off and on but never adored them nor felt my life depended on them, they were just guns, guns meant to kill things.
So what's wrong with people who love guns? How are they different than people like Jay Leno who loves and collects antique cars? Or how about people that are obsessed with coins? Once I had a close friend obsessed with guitars. He had a bedroom with over $100,000 worth of guitars. I've even met one lady who was obsessed with tropical birds.
You don't understand this fascination with guns, yet you think you know the mentality of those who are. The first gun I bought was from the father of a friend of mine. He had a whole basement full of guns and ammo. He was an older retired guy who used to sell them at flea markets and gun shows. There wasn't a gun made that he couldn't give you a ten minute lecture on.
I have a gun collection. I am the oldest on both sides of my family, so the guns pretty much went from both sides to me as my prior generation family members died. The oldest are a civil war gun and bayonet. I have revolvers, rifles and shotguns. The collection I don't shoot anymore. My old shotguns even if I did want to shoot require lead pellets. The steel ones they make now would shred them. I wouldn't shoot them now anyway, I don't want to damage them. They are decades, many almost a century old. When I was a kid though I did shoot them, I didn't think, about posterity then, they were just free guns. I got the most valuable ones, like the civil war gun, later when I was in my 20s. One is a ten gauge shotgun, wow, that was a kick.
My mother never talked to me about guns, but when my grandfather and uncle died for example she got the guns and gave them to me. My brother was more interested in coins, he has a nice coin collection. Interestingly he's the one who went into the military, he went to the Naval Academy and was in Gulf War I. You never know how these things will turn out....
I love the collection though. It also reminds me of my family. Of course on Friday nights I like to put on my camos and hang out in front of Pollyticians house. Spooks the crap out of him and cracks me up. Win-win! Don't tell him it's me though