This afternoon, two friends and I spent several hours at our club. The temperature was low 60's, bright, bright sun, and a slight breeze. Between the three of us we had at least a dozen guns. There was one new gun in the bunch whose owner got to show off and brag about. We, of course, were invited to shoot and comment. Interspersing the shooting was some shared technical assistance, Comments about maybe the Redskins could win another game this season, a few new jokes we shared with other. There was of course good natured bantering with a few other member who came by. A new member brought a guest out who was new to shooting and trying to decide what kind of gun to buy. We of course let him shoot several of ours and, of course, gave him the benefit of our observations and opinions. After the guns were cleaned and put away, we enjoyed a temperate amount of adult beverages and parted company looking forward to the next time we could get together.
In a long-winded way, I am painting the picture of a perfect day under perfect weather, with good friends and like minded company doing what we enjoy doing. To me this is what shooting is all about. If we all were allowed to own nothing but rusty M-10 smiths, still, more of us die of heart attacks than shoot-outs. If we were limited to nothing but double barrel shotguns made before 1900, still more of us would get killed in auto accidents than being the victims of renegade KGB operatives, etc, etc.
I feel sorry for someone that has such a small life that he spends it flaming others over something as esoteric a the choice of a handgun. I cannot somehow get into H&Ks. But if a non shooter chose to buy an H&H and learn how to use, that is far better for me than him remaining a non-shooter. If someone has a passionate love affair with BHPs, it does not demean him to let me fondle whatever catches my eye this week.
Ease up guys, life is too short. Live and let live.
Jay