Guns are tools. Honestly, this whole assault rifle thing confuses me. Are the zombies coming? So we really think we can defeat an Army? Confuses me.
In this area it is not unusual for people to totally depend on game and gardens. I mean grocery budgets less than a week of Starbucks from the idiots for a month. And the thing is, the protein, they are donating excess to the food bank. I hit a deer a little over a year ago, five in the morning. Knocked right by the volunteer fire department. Pulled in at the gas station at the intersection, car was toast but drivable and running. Go back home, file a claim, then head to Mom's to borrow the truck and have the car towed to the shop. On the way, deer gone, probably hanging at the fire station, LOL.
But guns are tools. I recently passed all my guns along, distributed them among my kids. Everyone had a purpose, a job. Duck, ten guage. Grouse, twelve for most. Sixteen, who has one? Rabbit, period, not a better gauge. Twenty, dove, personally, I would never hunt dove. And the .410, not a better coon gun. And for me, always the gun of choice, double barrel.
So they land in their lear jet, fancy ass dogs and high priced guns, Dad has invited them for a hunt. Boy howdy, they got no idea what is coming. Buck meets us, that is Grandpaw, five foot nothing and meaner than a snake. He has Mike, Brittany Spaniel. They laugh at my .410 and being what, 14.
We hit the field. Immediately you know who is in charge, Mike. And when he points it is time for school. Covey jumps up, boom, reaction time, I knock down the first one. Dad is so cute, runs through all three rounds in his automatic and comes up with squat. He don't care, he is there to shoot. Grandpaw, oh hell he schools them, when the dust clears, three shots, four birds, he hits the cross. And the last one, me, modified barrel, and yes, I knock it down, but Mike brings it to me and I got to rip its head off.
Dad's guest. Hell shotgun is still at their hip and their mouth is hanging open. And when Mike starts tracking the singles Grandpaw breaks down his gun and looks at the guests and points at me. Enjoy the show.