A post from a few years ago with some additional (always additional attacks) information and opinion.
“One clear lesson…”
We always had guns on the farm where I was raised. Because of a miscommunication I got a rifle of my own when I was 10 years old. And then like the kid Joey in the movie “Shane” I was not allowed any ammunition until my parents thought it appropriate. (The miscommunication? Mom had asked her son-in-law to purchase a 22 for a Christmas present. He did. He thought it was for me and so when he delivered it he immediately showed it to my step-father, the intended recipient.)
So, my step-father showed me how to use it. And we used guns from time to time for keeping the livestock safe from coyotes, skunks, weasels, and other assorted critters. The…
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