Letter from Langdon: Guns, God, More Guns
[imgbelt img=oswaldgunroy504.jpg]Guns and gun-ownership have gotten mixed up in rural politics, but what the Sam Hill are folks really aiming at?
[imgcontainer left] [img:oswaldgunroy504.jpg] [source]Nichols Cap GunsA handsome collection of Roy Rogers cap pistols.
Back in the fifties the best guys in the whole world carried Colts and rode palominos. A gun and a horse…it didn’t get any better than that. My early years got better when Mother and Dad gave me a Gene Autry gun and holster, a pair of Roy Rogers spurs, and best of all, a Shetland pony.
My steed was a little less powerful than Gene’s or Roy’s. And I was never allowed to use my spurs — the folks said “no.” But my cap-busting chrome six shooter was life size scale complete with simulated cartridges. I could shoot it as much as I wanted. The bad guys didn’t stand a chance.
Good guys were off limits though. When I practiced my draw on Dad as he walked into the room he said, “Don’t ever do that again. We don’t point guns at people, even if they’re toys.” That was Lesson One in gun owner safety.
Dad was a hunter. Once older, I got my first real firearm: a .410 shotgun. In the hands of a hunter, a scattergun isn’t really a weapon so much as a tool, an extension of the hunter himself that can reach out and grab the evening meal. My second lesson in gun-owner safety, also from Dad: point a gun only at things I intended to kill. We don’t abuse our tools.
[imgcontainer left] [img:oswaldReginashooting450.jpg] [source]Explore the Great OutdoorsA youngster pops off a few with a .410 “starter” shotgun