KTRange Digest: #1 - \"The Pet Gun Syndrome\"
It might be interesting to post an item of interest and importance to discuss together every week or so, so I figgered I'd let 'er rip!
I believe Massad Ayoob coined the term. Anyhow, it's "Fluffy the Pet Gun".
You know... we handle our favorite guns so much, and they become our "friends".
Therefore, careless handling sets in... "Oh honey, I know it's not loaded, I just CHECKED! Here, see?"
BANG!
Hopefully the hole was through your roof and nothing vital!
We all handle our guns with fond familiarity... (I know I do).
So, let's recite the Golden Rule:
Never touch the trigger until you're READY TO SHOOT!
Everyone remember there's no such thing as an unloaded gun: When they're not looking, they load themselves!
Oh, yeah. I didn't just decide to get up on my soapbox and preach; I was inspired, rather vigorously!!!
My son's "unloaded" pellet pistol sent a .177 caliber chunk of lead by my ear tonight, missing by about six inches and putting a hole in a, ah, calendar on my wall.
His mind was on the calendar, not the pistol. (No, it's not the NRA Calendar, and my son's 19!)
Let's all live to ripe ages to enjoy our calendars!
Flyer
It might be interesting to post an item of interest and importance to discuss together every week or so, so I figgered I'd let 'er rip!
I believe Massad Ayoob coined the term. Anyhow, it's "Fluffy the Pet Gun".
You know... we handle our favorite guns so much, and they become our "friends".
Therefore, careless handling sets in... "Oh honey, I know it's not loaded, I just CHECKED! Here, see?"
BANG!
Hopefully the hole was through your roof and nothing vital!
We all handle our guns with fond familiarity... (I know I do).
So, let's recite the Golden Rule:
Never touch the trigger until you're READY TO SHOOT!
Everyone remember there's no such thing as an unloaded gun: When they're not looking, they load themselves!
Oh, yeah. I didn't just decide to get up on my soapbox and preach; I was inspired, rather vigorously!!!
My son's "unloaded" pellet pistol sent a .177 caliber chunk of lead by my ear tonight, missing by about six inches and putting a hole in a, ah, calendar on my wall.
His mind was on the calendar, not the pistol. (No, it's not the NRA Calendar, and my son's 19!)
Let's all live to ripe ages to enjoy our calendars!
Flyer