The Hedgehog
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stereotyping?there is absolutely a certain crowd drawn to ARs and they do other gun owners no favors. If you banned ARs, the same crowd would be there looking like idiots with something else.
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stereotyping?there is absolutely a certain crowd drawn to ARs and they do other gun owners no favors. If you banned ARs, the same crowd would be there looking like idiots with something else.
Not nearly all AR owners are part of the crowd I’m referring to, but that crows is drawn to ARs. That crowd probably makes an extremely small minority of AR owners. Perhaps a single-digit percentage. That crowd is probably what most of the anti assault-style rifle people assume all AR owners belong to.stereotyping?
Actually ... that ship never even got launched!That public land belongs to the public, and we shouldn’t need to have permission from a private land owner to access it….but that ship sailed long ago.
If only Hemingway wrote such riveting tales….Going back decades ago, I had a group of six friends, they were also my mentors. I called them my “Wise Ones”. They were all WW2 vets. Four saw heavy combat. I could have called them my “Wise Men” but one was a woman.
At age 19, Cora left her little town in Kentucky to join the WAC’s, Women's Army Corp. Her dad disowned her. Called he a Tramp to be with all those men. Still, she hugged him when she left
She was 5’10”, a strong farm girl yet a graceful woman as well. Her confidence kept getting attention of her superiors. Every task she did was done promptly and extra well. Even cleaning the latrines.
That was the time when women were filling roles that before were men only, to keep our boys in the field. Since she had so much unselfish grit she was recommenced for “jump school” She went through it with flying colors and earned her Wings and she later became a jump instructor.
I saw photo of her with those Paratrooper wings pinned to her beautiful full chest, with Sargent Stripes on her shoulder. Sometimes she was the first to jump,”Follow me Boys” she said.
She was one of the very first women to use the GI bill, to go to flight stewardess school. While on a flight to New York, Hattie Carnegie saw her and in two months she became a model in New York.
I met her when she was a widow in her early 60’s. She still looked like model and had an air about her of deep confidence mixed with humility. I took a room with board in her huge old two-story house overlooking the Pacific Ocean. I asked why the doorknobs were so low. “This was an orphanage she told me”. The knobs were low for little children.
There was so smoking or drinking in her house. Supper was served always at the same time. I was expected to be clean and clean shaven for every meal. If I could not make it back for supper, she expected a call early and she would make plate for me and put it in the frig. I had use of the laundry room twice a week at set times. Her house,,, her rules. Yes Ma’am!
On Memorial Day she would bring out her Bible and read the names of those she taught to jump who never made it back. On Christmas, she got cards from all over the country from the men she taught to jump out of airplanes. She became an ever so dear lifelong friend. I spoke her a few days before she died five years ago. She died as she lived, facing death peacefully, without ever a word of complaint or self-pity.
I write all this, thinking about how not all of you, yet so many of you sound like little spoiled children to me, who just want things/toys your way. Obviously, many of you care not one bit about the ever so critical image that we as hunters are offering to the world, at a time when perception is reality.
Hunting after all, is now like Ivory Soap,,,99% pure,,,,,...politics.
You need to get ahold of people to share Cora’s story. She deserves her place in history as the first female to earn her wings instead of Pvts. Joyce Kutsch and Rita Johnson soaking up that honor they didn’t rightfully earn.Going back decades ago, I had a group of six friends, they were also my mentors. I called them my “Wise Ones”. They were all WW2 vets. Four saw heavy combat. I could have called them my “Wise Men” but one was a woman.
At age 19, Cora left her little town in Kentucky to join the WAC’s, Women's Army Corp. Her dad disowned her. Called he a Tramp to be with all those men. Still, she hugged him when she left
She was 5’10”, a strong farm girl yet a graceful woman as well. Her confidence kept getting attention of her superiors. Every task she did was done promptly and extra well. Even cleaning the latrines.
That was the time when women were filling roles that before were men only, to keep our boys in the field. Since she had so much unselfish grit she was recommenced for “jump school” She went through it with flying colors and earned her Wings and she later became a jump instructor.
I saw photo of her with those Paratrooper wings pinned to her beautiful full chest, with Sargent Stripes on her shoulder. Sometimes she was the first to jump,”Follow me Boys” she said.
She was one of the very first women to use the GI bill, to go to flight stewardess school. While on a flight to New York, Hattie Carnegie saw her and in two months she became a model in New York.
I met her when she was a widow in her early 60’s. She still looked like model and had an air about her of deep confidence mixed with humility. I took a room with board in her huge old two-story house overlooking the Pacific Ocean. I asked why the doorknobs were so low. “This was an orphanage she told me”. The knobs were low for little children.
There was so smoking or drinking in her house. Supper was served always at the same time. I was expected to be clean and clean shaven for every meal. If I could not make it back for supper, she expected a call early and she would make plate for me and put it in the frig. I had use of the laundry room twice a week at set times. Her house,,, her rules. Yes Ma’am!
On Memorial Day she would bring out her Bible and read the names of those she taught to jump who never made it back. On Christmas, she got cards from all over the country from the men she taught to jump out of airplanes. She became an ever so dear lifelong friend. I spoke her a few days before she died five years ago. She died as she lived, facing death peacefully, without ever a word of complaint or self-pity.
I write all this, thinking about how not all of you, yet so many of you sound like little spoiled children to me, who just want things/toys your way. Obviously, many of you care not one bit about the ever so critical image that we as hunters are offering to the world, at a time when perception is reality.
Hunting after all, is now like Ivory Soap,,,99% pure,,,,,...politics.
Then let's talk about the issue calmly.I must be a card-carrying member of the open carry don't tread on me tee shirt wearing hillbilly crowd, just because I truly love my M4. I mean, I sleep with it.
I’d ponder this as I checked out at the grocery store, filled up with gas, thought about my retirement accounts and kids’ futures, and other things, etc. I’d come to a conclusion that didn’t in any way include two completely retarded fuggin morons knocking on my door that I would have told to GO fug themselves before they finished their second sentence..Which one is going to earn a vote?
Netflix and Disney are drooling over this plot and I want my residuals .. Hear me out.Going back decades ago, I had a group of six friends, they were also my mentors. I called them my “Wise Ones”. They were all WW2 vets. Four saw heavy combat. I could have called them my “Wise Men” but one was a woman.
At age 19, Cora left her little town in Kentucky to join the WAC’s, Women's Army Corp. Her dad disowned her. Called he a Tramp to be with all those men. Still, she hugged him when she left
She was 5’10”, a strong farm girl yet a graceful woman as well. Her confidence kept getting attention of her superiors. Every task she did was done promptly and extra well. Even cleaning the latrines.
That was the time when women were filling roles that before were men only, to keep our boys in the field. Since she had so much unselfish grit she was recommenced for “jump school” She went through it with flying colors and earned her Wings and she later became a jump instructor.
I saw photo of her with those Paratrooper wings pinned to her beautiful full chest, with Sargent Stripes on her shoulder. Sometimes she was the first to jump,”Follow me Boys” she said.
She was one of the very first women to use the GI bill, to go to flight stewardess school. While on a flight to New York, Hattie Carnegie saw her and in two months she became a model in New York.
I met her when she was a widow in her early 60’s. She still looked like model and had an air about her of deep confidence mixed with humility. I took a room with board in her huge old two-story house overlooking the Pacific Ocean. I asked why the doorknobs were so low. “This was an orphanage she told me”. The knobs were low for little children.
There was so smoking or drinking in her house. Supper was served always at the same time. I was expected to be clean and clean shaven for every meal. If I could not make it back for supper, she expected a call early and she would make plate for me and put it in the frig. I had use of the laundry room twice a week at set times. Her house,,, her rules. Yes Ma’am!
On Memorial Day she would bring out her Bible and read the names of those she taught to jump who never made it back. On Christmas, she got cards from all over the country from the men she taught to jump out of airplanes. She became an ever so dear lifelong friend. I spoke her a few days before she died five years ago. She died as she lived, facing death peacefully, without ever a word of complaint or self-pity.
I write all this, thinking about how not all of you, yet so many of you sound like little spoiled children to me, who just want things/toys your way. Obviously, many of you care not one bit about the ever so critical image that we as hunters are offering to the world, at a time when perception is reality.
Hunting after all, is now like Ivory Soap,,,99% pure,,,,,...politics.
Point proven.I’d ponder this as I checked out at the grocery store, filled up with gas, thought about my retirement accounts and kids’ futures, and other things, etc. I’d come to a conclusion that didn’t in any way include two completely retarded fuggin morons knocking on my door that I would have told to GO fug themselves before they finished their second sentence..
?????Going back decades ago, I had a group of six friends, they were also my mentors. I called them my “Wise Ones”. They were all WW2 vets. Four saw heavy combat. I could have called them my “Wise Men” but one was a woman.
At age 19, Cora left her little town in Kentucky to join the WAC’s, Women's Army Corp. Her dad disowned her. Called he a Tramp to be with all those men. Still, she hugged him when she left
She was 5’10”, a strong farm girl yet a graceful woman as well. Her confidence kept getting attention of her superiors. Every task she did was done promptly and extra well. Even cleaning the latrines.
That was the time when women were filling roles that before were men only, to keep our boys in the field. Since she had so much unselfish grit she was recommenced for “jump school” She went through it with flying colors and earned her Wings and she later became a jump instructor.
I saw photo of her with those Paratrooper wings pinned to her beautiful full chest, with Sargent Stripes on her shoulder. Sometimes she was the first to jump,”Follow me Boys” she said.
She was one of the very first women to use the GI bill, to go to flight stewardess school. While on a flight to New York, Hattie Carnegie saw her and in two months she became a model in New York.
I met her when she was a widow in her early 60’s. She still looked like model and had an air about her of deep confidence mixed with humility. I took a room with board in her huge old two-story house overlooking the Pacific Ocean. I asked why the doorknobs were so low. “This was an orphanage she told me”. The knobs were low for little children.
There was so smoking or drinking in her house. Supper was served always at the same time. I was expected to be clean and clean shaven for every meal. If I could not make it back for supper, she expected a call early and she would make plate for me and put it in the frig. I had use of the laundry room twice a week at set times. Her house,,, her rules. Yes Ma’am!
On Memorial Day she would bring out her Bible and read the names of those she taught to jump who never made it back. On Christmas, she got cards from all over the country from the men she taught to jump out of airplanes. She became an ever so dear lifelong friend. I spoke her a few days before she died five years ago. She died as she lived, facing death peacefully, without ever a word of complaint or self-pity.
I write all this, thinking about how not all of you, yet so many of you sound like little spoiled children to me, who just want things/toys your way. Obviously, many of you care not one bit about the ever so critical image that we as hunters are offering to the world, at a time when perception is reality.
Hunting after all, is now like Ivory Soap,,,99% pure,,,,,...politics.
The pro flock to it as much as the anti because of the “symbol” it is for the anti’s position…Not nearly all AR owners are part of the crowd I’m referring to, but that crows is drawn to ARs. That crowd probably makes an extremely small minority of AR owners. Perhaps a single-digit percentage. That crowd is probably what most of the anti assault-style rifle people assume all AR owners belong to.
I think you misunderstood me. Im 100% in favor of open carry, and ARs and allowing teachers to be armed(already done is some public schools), and most other things related to the second amendment(can we repeal or overturn the NFA please? Yes I’d be happy for you to own a fully automatic version of AR). I’m in favor of protecting all of our constitutional rights. There are uncountable personality types or crowds or groups that own and like ARs. There are a few types(which I basically lumped into one) that draw a lot of attention, and are easy to dislike that seem especially drawn to ARs(but being especially drawn to ARs doesn’t make you one of those people). While they have every right to own one, they are not doing the majority of AR owners any favors when they draw a lot of negative attention. Most AR owners are not the type to draw such negative attention.
No nothing in these two situations was contrived, real deal, real people I know. Actually, there are many more examples of conflict issuesI honestly have doubts this is anything other than a couple of contrived hypothetical circumstances.
If a person owns property, they are well within their rights to deny access for any reason they deem. It does not need to be rational or logical. I have been denied access because it was windy out, and they were concerned about fire. It's their call. I do not have to like it, but I have to respect their decision.
I don't own an AR type weapon. I have zero desire to have one. I also know that the overwhelming percentage of these that are sold, never get used for mayhem. I also know that the very large percentage of people who decide to shoot up a church, school, or mall choose a semi automatic weapon. Both things are true. There is no easy solution to the mass killings.
The Soviet Union broke up