Six Year Old Marshall Holds Off A Lynch Mob

Understood...

Keith,

That story about wearing them to school, brought to mind a story in today's paper. A student was expelled from school for an extended period of time for having a single .22LR round in his pocket. The kid had been squirrel hunting with his father the afternoon before and the round was inadvertently left in his jeans pocket.

I remember when we went rabbit/deer/squirrel hunting before school started back in the 1950's. We then drove our vehicles to school, leaving our firearms in them on visible racks and lots of ammo in the car or truck. We never bothered to take our hunting knives off our belts and no one ever complained and there was never an incident.

How has our society come so far afield in 50+ years?

medxam
I can recall - most of us has a pocket knife of sorts (girls too) when I went to school. My grandkids are familiar with guns and such, and know NOT to take anything that can be used as a weapon from home for "show and tell".
Funny how the school cafeteria has lots of weapons.:)
 
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During my Senior year in High School, Mom took me to school a few times with a hunting rifle. The barrel was 'turned down' on the lathe to make it smooth annd shiny. Then blued in the tank over the forge. The stock was 'sporterized' or replaced in wood shop. One project made two good grades.
 
I can recall - most of us has a pocket knife of sorts (girls too) when I went to school. My grandkids are familiar with guns and such, and know NOT to take anything that can be used as a weapon from home for "show and tell".
Funny how the school cafeteria has lots of weapons.:)

Are you referring to what comes on the plate or beside it? :D I carried a pocketknife all through high school in the late '60s and the teachers knew I had it if they needed to cut something. Now that the statutes of limitations have expired I can also admit that I carried one through 30 years of teaching... a couple of administrators "suggested" that I shouldn't, but ignored them! :rolleyes:

Froggie
 
The shop teacher used to borrow my pocket knife from time to time. It was an old Barlow type that had belonged to my grandfather.

I lost it one cold morning when I was in college. I was home for deer my season and my beater Buick wouldn't start. I used it to scrape the
battery terminals and then lost it in the four inches of new snow that
had fallen overnight. (I think.) Miss that knife still.
 
This young lawman can watch "Gunsmoke" and "Marshall Dillon" on the Western Channel..he and Matt keeping the sidewalks safe for the good people of Dodge.

He must be the envy of all the kids..that's some mighty fine work!
 
Used to be able to buy a new rifle downtown and just hop on the bus to take it home in plain sight with no wrapper or bag on it at all. Now those old $29.95 Cooey rifles are selling for around $300.00 used and still shooting fairly well.
 
How about this for an incentive to stay out of trouble?

During freshman orientation at high school you tell the new students that if they take a course in "Shooter's Ed" and graduate with a clean record they get a concealed carry permit with their diploma.
 
Great job on the leather work, and wonderful sign of love for the grandchildren. And yes, times have changed. When I was a kid in junior high back in the early fifties, one of my favorite teachers brought his target rifle to school, and everyone thought it was very cool. And that was in Detroit! The high school ROTC had 200 M1 Garand rifles and 20 Browning Automatic Rifles. There were about two dozen high schools in Detroit in those days with similar equipment. Firing pins were secured elsewhere, but otherwise those weapons were the genuine article. I suppose there was a secret war plan somewhere that had us kids going up against commie paratroopers until the cavalry could arrive... That was the mentality of the Cold War...
 
Way cool, but the mob line belonged to Burt Lancaster in "Lawman":
"All it takes is one man with enough guts to die first."
 
similar past

I came from a small town in South Texas and attended college at what is now UTPA. We had "Bronco" Days and there was always a street dance. A good friend wore his rig with a 22 revolver. I was talking to another friend when he casually pulled his piece, aimed at my shoulder and pulled the trigger. BANG! I looked down to see a smoking contact wound in my new shirt. It hurt, but not enough to cause me much anguish as thankfully he was loaded with blanks. The girl I was with took me home and doctored my "wound" and my friend who is still my friend replaced the shirt. Nowadays there would have been a SWAT incident and my friend would have been charged. In our days it was innocent fun.

Took a hit from a 22 blank myself. Hurt like hell and left a mark. Also went to same college, graduated 1977.
 
"How has our society come so far afield in 50+ years?"
medxam


Denial. We have the illusion of safety, while the reality is gun control kills.
 
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Are you referring to what comes on the plate or beside it? :D I carried a pocketknife all through high school in the late '60s and the teachers knew I had it if they needed to cut something. Now that the statutes of limitations have expired I can also admit that I carried one through 30 years of teaching... a couple of administrators "suggested" that I shouldn't, but ignored them! :rolleyes:

Froggie

I had a friend who was an old timer before I became one. He owned a service station and when interviewing a potential new hire he would ask to see their pocket knife. If they had none the interview was over. Man I miss him. He was a real man. and is seems that no matter the age of the person, there are fewer and fewer actual MEN around anymore.
 
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Awesome post Wyatt...and thanks for sharing! Man I woulda given my left....errrr leftovers for that rig when I was a kid! My son's name is actually Marshall and tomorrow is his first birthday! Maybe in a couple more years I'll have to commission you to make him one of those!!
 
Used to live in Queens, New York. Had no wheels so would take the bus into Flushing and occasionally would come home with a long gun. Dealer always had el cheapo gun cases and would put the rifle in that and ride the bus home. Now try that in New York today. When I got my pistol permit and purchase order you had to bring in the handgun to police plaza for the firearms control board or pistol permit section to verify that was the handgun going on your permit. Locked box and all. Rode home on the subway with my new colt gold cup in the box. Wonder how that would fly today?. Frank
 
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