Kids, Guns and Kissing

By gunwriter I spent my childhood with a gun. Before I really kissed a girl I was out hunting on my own. I take that back. When I was in 1st grade some girls held me down on the playground and kissed me repeatedly. It was a traumatic experience. In my defense, there were four of them and only one of me. My early firearms education was reasonably archaic. It was mostly limited to the following which was preached by Mom, Dad and Grandpa: Be careful. Don’t point that thing at anyone. Hold a fine bead. Don’t jerk the trigger. Don’t waste ammo. As it turns out, I’m the one who taught me how to shoot. I was very safe because I knew if I was not careful or if I “pointed that thing at anyone” I’d get my ass busted and not get to shoot again until I graduated high school. Since then I’ve attended many shooting schools. Some were presented by the military, some by various law enforcement agencies. Many were taken at Gunsite Academy and many more by other purveyors of firearm knowledge. All this training has made me a decent shot with a handgun and a …read more

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