“The population of New Zealand is about the same as South Carolina. I bet there are more than 1.6M guns in the palmetto state vs. Kiwi (fruit or bird..?) land.”
Just for the fun of it, here’s a little story. In South Carolina, I pulled my car into a dealer’s garage for an oil change. The fellow in front of me told the service manager to wait a second while he emptied the trunk of its contents. He pulled out two rifles and two handguns.
Just suggesting that your 1.6M guns in SC might be a bit low.
Cheers.
Clem was huntin’ upstate along the North Carolina, Georgia border. He had just shot a possum and was putting it in his game bag when the game warden approached. The game warden says, “Whatcha got there son?”
Clem says, “Just doin’ a little huntin’ . I got me a couple squirrels, a rabbit and this here possum.” The game warden grabs the possum, sticks his finger up its hind end, sniffs it and says, “This here possum is from is from Georgia, you got a Georgia hunting license boy?”
Clem pulls out his Georgia license and hands it over. The game warden then grabbed a squirrel out of his bag, sticks a finger up its kazoo, sniffs it and says, “This here squirrel is from South Carolina, you got a South Carolina hunting license boy?”
Clem pulls out his South Carolina license and hands it over. The game warden then grabbed the rabbit, stuck his finger up its backdoor, sniffed it and says, This here rabbit is from North Carolina, you got a North Carolina hunting license boy?”
Clem pulls out his North Carolina hunting license and hands it over. The game warden is finally satisfied that his paperwork is in order. He gives it all back to Clem and says, “Where are you from boy?”
Clem pulls his pants down, turns around and says, “Why don’t you tell me!”