We had guns in the house when I was growing up. I went hunting with dad when I was little. My grandparents had guns at the farm. Later dad carried a pistol in his truck legally in case he had to put an animal down...such as a deer that had been hit but not killed...it went with his job as a vet.
Not one fucking time were any of my siblings, cousins, or I dumb enough to shoot at something that wasn't meant to shot. We did stuff like setting up cans for targets in the grandparents' timber but knew enough not to take a shot that might hurt any of the livestock or the dogs, cats, or songbirds.
The fact that you were, and still are, a mental midget, doesn't mean that others didn't learn when they were taught about how to handle firearms.
Not one fucking time were any of my siblings, cousins, or I dumb enough to shoot at something that wasn't meant to shot. We did stuff like setting up cans for targets in the grandparents' timber but knew enough not to take a shot that might hurt any of the livestock or the dogs, cats, or songbirds.
The fact that you were, and still are, a mental midget, doesn't mean that others didn't learn when they were taught about how to handle firearms.
I'm your huckleberry.
