One of my friends growing up was a cop’s son. The cop came home from work he would leave his holstered revolver and it’s shiny bullets laying on the kitchen table. His attitude was they all know it’s here, they know the dangers of it and if they are going to be stupid I will make it easy on them. All of us used to look at it but were afraid to get near it.
I was ranch raised on a big working ranch high in the mountains. I was always around guns and at 12 had my own 30-30 in a scabbard when we gathered cattle every fall. When I turned 15 I bought a .45LC ruger revolver and another win 94 chambered for the same round. I never left home without them.
We had a government lease that was over 1.5 million acres and put a lot of long isolated miles on horses every fa