''Pry it from my cold, dead hands"

I've had my own rifle and worn 6 guns since I was a kid.

Doing so was a way of life in Montana let alone a means of self survival in a country where rattlesnakes, grizzly bears, timber wolves and cougars far out numbered those of us on horseback bringing the horses or cattle down from the high country. 

Guns were necessary, useful and had a purpose.

Protection.

So if you are all for gun control this blog won't tickle you pink.

First let me say that I deeply sympathize and mourn for all those killed by violent means with guns, especially the innocent children at the schools here lately. I'm not sure how the problem can be solved for the schools but I do know that taking guns away from the general population isn't the answer.

Because a hard core fact of life?

There's always going to be crazy people with guns, there always has been and there always will be.  And they kill others with guns for whatever reasons. 

Yet each time one of these school shootings occur the gun control activist come out of the woodwork screaming take all of our guns away. I guess they haven't yet realized that the bad guys can buy them off the streets for $ 50.00 and that underground market will never, ever, dry up and fade away no matter what.

As it may sound like a good idea but it just simply isn't the answer to the problem.

Just ask Australia what happened to their crime rate in one year when their guns were pulled by their government. The bad guys now have the upper hand, their still armed and crime rate in one year went thru the roof.

Guns are a way of life, especially I feel here in the West, a source of not only protection but also of entertainment and enjoyment for many people and has been since the Winchester and Colt were first invented.

Some of us still like to hunt, to target shoot and don't kill people with them. We're the ones who fight the hardest for our right to keep and bear firearms.

So to each their own and I respect that.

But it's been a way of life and survival for as long as I can remember and most importantly, my Daddy bought me that Winchester rifle when I was 6 years old and if they want it they will have to pry it from my cold dead hands.

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