I once knocked on the door of a farm in Southwestern North Dakota to inquire if I could hunt the pheasant I had just seen on the gentleman’s property.
He invited me in. Every surface, counters, tables, walls, etc. were covered in guns. Guns all over the bathroom walls. Thousands upon thousands of guns.
He took a six shooter off the wall of the bathroom and handed it to me. I inquired, “Is it loaded?” He answered:
“Of course it’s loaded. They’re all loaded. What use is an unloaded gun?”