i haven't followed this story. was the shooter drunk?
BS.
The perp was on PRIVATE PROPERTY.
This goes along with the mindset that you are not allowed to defend yourself against home invaders, as is the case in Merry Old England.
Defend yourself in England, and you go to jail and the perp owns your stuff.
Peep the whole article. The writer says that when the man was apprehended, he had an SKS that "carried a 20 round clip". My SKS "carries" a 10-round clip for as long as it takes to push the rounds into the MAGAZINE.
Anyway, the dude had an after-market mod- super easy to replace the 10 with a 20+ mag,
But why would you hunt with it?
Minneapolis police said they arrested Vang on Christmas Eve 2001 after he waved a gun and threatened to kill his wife. No charge was brought because she didn't cooperate with authorities, spokesman Ron Reier said. Police in St. Paul said there had been two domestic violence calls to his home in the past year, but both were resolved without incident.
Californians might as well start kissing their SKS's goodbye. I feel a landmark gun confiscation coming on.
But hey, you gotta break a few eggs to make an omelette. Send the bill to DC.
It's hard to imagine why you would need 20 rounds to hunt deer. Put this together with his threat against his wife, and it looks as if he may have intended murder in the first place.
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It seems like none of the victims were armed and I find this a little odd.
In Colorado it's fairly common for hunters to wear a pistol around camp. Mountain lions, rattlers, bears, etc. are problems in some areas. Not all hunters do this by any means but it's common.
Is this just a regional thing? Any local FReepers care to comment?
From The Most Dangerous Game, by Richard Connell
The general smiled the quiet smile of one who has faced an obstacle and surmounted it with success. "I had to invent a new animal to hunt," he said.
"A new animal? You're joking." "Not at all," said the general. "I never joke about hunting. I needed a new animal. I found one. So I bought this island built this house, and here I do my hunting. The island is perfect for my purposes--there are jungles with a maze of traits in them, hills, swamps--"
"But the animal, General Zaroff?"
"Oh," said the general, "it supplies me with the most exciting hunting in the world. No other hunting compares with it for an instant. Every day I hunt, and I never grow bored now, for I have a quarry with which I can match my wits."
Rainsford's bewilderment showed in his face.
"I wanted the ideal animal to hunt," explained the general. "So I said, `What are the attributes of an ideal quarry?' And the answer was, of course, `It must have courage, cunning, and, above all, it must be able to reason."'
"But no animal can reason," objected Rainsford.
"My dear fellow," said the general, "there is one that can."
"But you can't mean--" gasped Rainsford.
"And why not?"
"I can't believe you are serious, General Zaroff. This is a grisly joke."
"Why should I not be serious? I am speaking of hunting."
"Hunting? Great Guns, General Zaroff, what you speak of is murder."
The general laughed with entire good nature. He regarded Rainsford quizzically. "I refuse to believe that so modern and civilized a young man as you seem to be harbors romantic ideas about the value of human life.
What happen to men peeing on trees to mark their territory?
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