A work buddy's Father In Law died. He is now in charge of dispersing the dangerous firearms. Mother In Law reports to him that "It must be hundreds! He was a nut case! It's a danged arsenal!" Everyone in the family knew it was that bad. Arm a small Central American country bad. So, to me, GOOD!
My work buddy knows nothing about firearms and asked my advice. I told him to send pics of what must be a warehouse full of guns. Don't point the dangerous ends at anything. Don't get your fingers or what not near triggers. And then you'll be as safe as houses.
So what was the haul? Dozens of BARs and Barret .50's?
Nope. A lever gun, a couple deer guns, a shot gun, a .22, a revolver, a Lugar, and a Glock. Ammo. A compound bow. The Father In Law was a hunter, it seems. Even my work buddy is wondering about the fuss other fambly members made over it. But he's been exposed to me and knows not to get excited over sub-JayG numbers of boomsticks.
I'm sure you've noticed the same phenomena. For those unfamiliar with firearms what to us gunnies looks like a very few or a good start looks like holy Hell to the unintiated or to hoplophobes. This is a thing we can calmly change. You don't have to make a shooting enthusiast out of a hoplophobe to make them think that kind of gunsafe is no big deal. I mean, they have an over, a toaster, a microwave, a gas grill, and a George Forman. All those different ways to burn up a piece of beef... Works the same with guns. Different guns for different things.
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