When new in Canada, with very little money we camped a lot.
This is when I had my first view of the so reprehensible gun culture of USA. When buying fuel in a hardware store in Vermont, we talked to another young couple. Their little their baby was in a carriage.
This is when I had my first view of the so reprehensible gun culture of USA. When buying fuel in a hardware store in Vermont, we talked to another young couple. Their little their baby was in a carriage.
Vermont didn't, then as now, have any restrictions on who
could buy a gun.
The young man insisted on buying his girlfriend, the mother of the baby, a present, a gun. She wasn’t very keen on that, we gathered.
The young man insisted on buying his girlfriend, the mother of the baby, a present, a gun. She wasn’t very keen on that, we gathered.
“It is
good protection for you, there are so many bears here.”
They ended up buying a nine-millimetre pistol, obviously
totally useless against a bear. They left, with a holster containing a loaded
gun strapped to the side of the baby carriage.
I asked the young lady,
“Have
you ever shot a gun before?”
“No, never,
but I guess I just lift it and squeeze the trigger.”
So much for a gun in the wrong hands, and for the wrong
reason.
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