Situational Disorientation

This is one of those threads which I have difficulty reading; it's that disturbing to me. I'm not one to "yank people's chains", but I think I would attempt to clearly point out to the offending party the hypocrisy of preaching against intolerance, etc. as was mentioned by the OP, then turning around and displaying the attitudes described.

In answer to the original question, I've not(yet) had a relationship go south due to the discovery of my status as a shooter/gunowner. It is clear to me, however, that there are many, many people out there who hate guns. I believe that public opinion still matters in shaping government policy, and therefore that gunowners cannot afford the luxury of merely relying on the NRA to protect our freedom. I believe the future here depends on our willingness and effort to win sizable numbers of at least the currently indifferent to our way of thinking. Many hardened antis may be beyond our ability to convert, but there are still large numbers of people who could become shooters, or at least could understand and appreciate the rationale for gun ownership. Let's take the initiative to talk to them, take them shooting, etc.

Andy
 
I once worked with an individual who spent several hours attempting to "reunite" fallen leaves with their "parent trees". She said they should be together. This occurred the day after she had insisted on relocating (rather than "Murdering") all of the flies that were gathering inside the windows of the building we were renovating. Another PETA member, and now a homeless person on the streets of Montpelier VT.

Wow. I'd like to actually meet someone like that.
 
I don't associate with anyone that is opposed to my ownership of firearms. I will tolerate neutral or disinterested, but if I get a negative on their part in this area I pull the eject handle.

End of story.
 
its happened that the gun thing caused relationship issues for me.
Sometimes I look up these old flames to see how they are doing ... more often than not, they are all still single and often into some funky things far more damning than any submachine gun a few here might have laying around.
in fact, given the glitch rate ive seen, I'd lay bets that shes got issues and you'd have paid
 
Back in 92, I had a girlfriend who was very anti-gun....always freaked her out to see them in my apt. we eventully parted ways. Then Rodney got his *** kicked and the city burned. Funny thing...the first night of the riots she called me and asked if she could stay over. I asked her why (I knew of course) and she said she felt safer with me and my guns. She is married now and we stay in touch...her husband also owns a few Sigs and a pump shotgun....and he takes his boys shooting all the time....:)
 
I've got to say cjw3 nailed it for me. Why would anyone even want to associate with intolerant people?
 
Here in PA, in the area I live people would act funny if you WEREN'T into guns. I am not a big hunter, and I actually had some people at my last job who were like "What do you mean you don't hunt?!?"

At my current job I stay neutral and don't mention anything about guns, hunting etc. I work with a lot of women,I figure the less people know the better. When I get asked what my hobbies are I just tell them my OTHER hobbies........running, fitness, hiking, working on my car etc.
 
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Mountains of East Tennessee here. Basically only the transplants and "half-backs" are a problem.

A "half-back" is a citified northerner that wants to move to the South, so they go to Florida or Georgia, can't stand the heat, and come half-way back, ending up in our neck of the woods.

As someone said, I will tolerate neutrality, but I just don't associate with the anti's when they hit the zealot level. Around here though, I honestly can't think of any.
 
That doesn't help if you want your kid to have friends...or be hired by an anti...you want to change minds, not reinforce them...

I agree completely with you Sip, regarding concerned parents and possible employers. I think you are setting a great example. I'm just referring to social interaction with leftist looneys, who think we should be locked up, just because we own guns and have no problem with the idea of using one to defend one's life, family, property, or liberty. I want these nutjobs to know that I take my 2A very seriously, and I am very intolerant of anyone trying to take it away, or restrict it. Note: I don't have any kids. Dang, you know, you don't look anything like Dean Martin. I guess that next, I'll probably find out that Caj doesn't look like John Belushi. (No, Lee, I never thought you looked like that.)
 
I read the first post and two things stood out. First was "lived a short distance away" and the second thing was "arrange a play date". What ever happened to "go outside and play-I don't want to see you until lunch time". Play date indeed!!You aren't arranging a marriage for cryin' out loud!!! The only time our parents ever came out to check on us was when they couldn't hear us making noise-then they knew we were up to something-like making black powder from the sulphur. saltpetre and charcol we got from the local apothocary :D My goodness, a big mound if that stuff and a box of strike anywhere matches we would filtch from the kitchen-now THAT was a playin' ;)
 
-like making black powder from the sulphur, saltpeter and charcoal we got from the local apothocary :D My goodness, a big mound if that stuff and a box of strike anywhere matches we would filtch from the kitchen-now THAT was a playin' ;)

We made it though to adulthood with all our fingers & toes and both eyes - playing with a little home-made stump-blowin' powder was just good clean fun. Fortunately, I had enough instruction and sense not to try to stuff it into a galvanized pipe "muzzle-loader" like one Einstein down the road. He wasn't seriously injured but he carried some unburned powder under the skin for the rest of his life . . . :p "Play dates" were no doubt originally devised by over-protective parents that thought their kids were too good to play with the neighborhood riff-raff and bused 'em over to a more "refined" group of curtain climbing crumb crunching juvenile delinquents.:cool:
 
Warning: Do not try this, injury or deadness could result!

My uncle once told me that they would take .22s and slip one through the hole in a yardstick and slap it against a rock. Luckily, he didn't tell me that until a was out of high school.
 
Regarding play dates, I agree that it would be nice to revert back to what it was like when I was a child and played outdoors in the woods or around the neighborhood from sun-up to sun-down from age 5 on. My mother used to fire a shotgun (louder than a dinner bell) to get my brothers and I out of the woods and back to the house for meals. Unfortunately, things are a bit different, now. Less than a mile from where the other family I mentioned lives a pre-teen girl was grabbed in her backyard. The guy attempted to drag her into the open fields adjacent to the property, and one of the girls friends was able to run in and get the girls father who managed to scare off the would-be abducter. I used this incident as an expample of why owning a firearm might be a wise idea, but it fell on deaf ears. I toyed with the idea of saying to the father of my daughter's friend that I wouldn't allow my daughter to play at his house because he lacked both the tools and the backbone to prevent my daughter from being abducted or harmed while at his house. I decided against saying it, but it wasn't easy to hold my tongue.

There have been about four or five attempted abductions of young children in VT in the past year or so. If that doesn't make you want to be prepared to defend your family, I don't know what does. There have also been several home invasions, most with non-lifethreatening injuries resulting, but still a terrifying prospect. I imagine it's much worse in more urban states with larger cities and denser populations.

Given my druthers, my family and I would be living in Alaska, Texas, or New Mexico right now, but family is important to my wife and most of hers lives here in VT, with some in North Carolina and a few in Bahrain. VT's nice, but getting more socialist by the day, and more crowded as well. I have a trout brook 40 feet from my master bedroom. I can fish from my grill in the back yard, and there are 300,000+ acres of National Forest directly across the street from my house for hunting and hiking, but the library and local playground are both less than a half mile's walk down the sidewalk. Nice mix or rural and neighborhood, but moving farther out is looking better and better every day given the nutcases that seem to be flooding the area.
 
My wife is originally from Pennsylvania, near State College, so she was used to hunters and hunting.

When we met and married, she obediently accompanied me to the pistol range and shot a bit, but never really cared for it. She got a CCW and carries, sometimes, but not a lot.

But, a few years ago, she got her paws on a 12 gauge shotgun at the trap range and life changed dramatically.

She's become an avid trap shooter and last Sunday, at a fairly good-sized shoot, she won the Lady Catagory in Handicap and, sadly for me, she beat my score by five birds.

First time she ever beat me (she's won several other times, but I've always shot a higher score), but sadly again, probably not the last.

And, yes, we called them "English Racers" back in the 50s and 60s.

Bob
 
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