How I learned to love guns
Before I turn today's blog over to my wife, I have an announcement. Tomorrow the LASSO big bore airgun shoot will be held outside Dallas, Texas. I will be there to photograph things for you and also to conduct an experiment. Dennis Quackenbush dreamed this one up after reading all the conjecture about maximum velocities on the forums. He has constructed a testbed airgun that will shoot super-lightweight projectiles in an attempt to set the speed record for a PCP airgun. His gun has barrels in .25 and .375 caliber, so we will see the results of two different guns. They're smoothbores, of course, because velocity is the only thing we're testing.
I will report the results next week.
If you live near Dallas and want to see what big bore airguns are all about, visit this website:
Now, on to today's blog.
How I learned to love guns
by Edith "Mrs. B.B." Gaylord
March 23, 1983, we moved into the first house we ever owned. We'd been living in my apartment after getting married the previous May. We each brought something to the marriage...I brought 8 house cats, Tom brought guns.
A couple days after we moved in, the previous homeowner stopped by with a housewarming gift and some chit-chat. As she walked out the door, she said, "Oh, yes, you've got mice." Nice parting words! Actually, I didn't have any fear of rodents, plus I was quite certain our cats could take care of them. Although they were house-bound cats, their hunting instincts were still intact. Well, sort of.
If you know anything about cats, you know they enjoy playing with their food. And, if the food's alive, even better! I clearly remember the first time our cat Dizzy brought the first live mouse up from the basement. The minute he put the mouse on the floor, the other 7 cats gathered around and formed a circle...what I call a "coven of cats." Tom quickly grabbed the Sheridan Blue Streak, loaded and pumped it, and yelled for me to move the cats out of the way so he wouldn't shoot them. Tom finally got a clear shot and quickly dispatched the mouse.
I soon realized that Tom wouldn't always be home to eliminate rodents, so I asked him to show me how to shoot the Sheridan. After several training sessions, I was ready for bear...I mean mice. We hung a yellow twist tie off the gun's triggerguard so I could distinguish it from the other rifles. Plus, that reminded me to grab the yellow plastic box of pellets, which were the most accurate. Over the years, I used our trusty Blue Streak to dispatch a number of mice, one snake outside the basement door and several rats that had moved into the planter outside the front door.
In time, I learned more about firearms and airguns (and even airsoft guns). The only reason I was able to enjoy guns was due to Tom's non-threatening, non-macho way of introducing them to me. He wasn't trying to impress me with anything. If they're in the house, whether they're airguns or firearms, I should know how they work, how to use them, how to load them and what type of ammo they use.
Fast forward 25+ years, and we now have our concealed carry permits. While I know how to shoot all the airguns, I don't know how to load and shoot all the firearms because I haven't had the time to go to the outdoor range. However, I DO know how to load and shoot all the self-defense guns. And I'm not afraid to use them. Every couple of weeks, we go to an indoor range and shoot our .45 autos. It's the caliber of my carry gun, and I love it!
Tom has done such a good job of teaching me about guns, that I now encourage him to buy almost any gun he wants. Recently, I suggested that he buy another gun. Know what he said? "I think I have enough for right now. Maybe next year."
Don't you wish your wife encouraged you to buy guns? If you introduce her to guns with the right attitude and the right guns, she just might!