I don’t know how to answer the question. I’ve never lived in a home that didn’t have at least one gun in it, and most had…more than one. Owning a gun is a non-noteworthy status, equivalent to owning a screwdriver in terms of life changing significance. I can’t imagine not owning a gun…were it not for that tragic boating accident, where any guns I may have once owned were irretrievably lost. Except my Colt Navy .44 replica. Civil War era handguns aren’t very high on the confiscate list.
ETA: And I voted for 2, because I’m a smartass sometimes. Turns out some other folks are, too.
I already do some hand loading and I’ll do more once I can get my shop set up in my basement. Right now I’m using my dad’s press and gear to reload my saved brass. If he wasn’t so far away from me, I’d probably do more.
Besides, even if buying new ammo I’d never buy it from Cabela’s. It’s good stuff but not as good as they want to charge for it. I’m happy going through Midway or through my corner shop
Made big differences. Saved lives in the family several times. ( Does that mean we are unlucky that those things happened to us or lucky that we had the weapons available at the time? )
Really helpful while in the military.
There are a few folks that I wish would give me a legal iron clad excuse to remove from the gene pool. For them, hands, stick or knife will do, no guns needed. ( No, IMO, human life is not sacred over everything. )
I think I first fired a shot when I was about 8. My dad gave me a .22 rifle for Christmas when I was 10. I carried a handgun as part of my employment for about 9 years. I still have the pistol I wore when I was a deputy sheriff 30+ years ago.
Firearms have been a part of my life for 53 years now, and they will continue to be.
In about a dozen years of carrying, it’s been pulled (not fired) once in a potential situation.
I was sitting in my car in a parking lot, having my artery-clogging lunch with the windows down. Your typical scruffy looking type comes to the passenger window and starts in with some can-you-spare-a-dollar routine. I say no, and he actually leans into the car and puts his arms inside… “aw, come on just one dollar”
At least he backed off after being asked at gunpoint what part of NO he didn’t understand.