I invited one of our new neighbors on for a cup of coffee, and I had a pistol on the kitchen counter next to our kitchen knife block....
"You have guns?!"
"Yes"
"Why?"
Why not?"
"Because they're dangerous."
(Pulling a knife from the block, placed on counter) "No more than this."
"Is it loaded?"
"The knife?"
"No. The gun"
"All guns are loaded ... and the knife is sharp too."
"What happens if it goes off?"
"The knife?"
"No. the gun."
"Guns don't go off."
"Yes they do. All the time."
"Has this one gone off?"
"No."
"I guess it's broken huh?"
"Maybe."
"Do you want to see if we can fix it?"
"How do we do that?"
"Get in the car. We're going to the range."
"That was fun. Can I bring nmy wife next time?"
"Sure"
"Nice looking girls."
"Yes they are. I'll bet they'll never be mugged or raped."
Excellent. One of the best things we can do as shooters is to convert a fence-sitter or even better, an anti.
Guns have been in my life for as long as I can remember. My Dad's double barreled shotgun sat, loaded, in the hall outside the bathroom all my life. There was a .45 cal. pistol under his side of the bed. We all knew it was there and, in a pinch, any one of “his girls” would have known what to do with it.
Something our enemies might not have considered, there are LOTS of women in these United States that are quite familiar with firearms.
Wow, a convert just like that.
Cool !
(In keeping with the rifle behind every blade of grass theme...Back when I sometimes worked with veterans in prison; during my first visit to a somewhat rural lock-up (mostly murderers) I noted that security was... well, less than expected.
When I asked about it, one of the guys I was there to talk with walked me to the gate (fairly late in the afternoon) and asked if I could see lights out there.
Yes, I see lights, so?
"Behind every light is a screen door and behind every screen door is a redneck with a shotgun." End of story.)
Cheese! :-)