I’ve shot living creatures, and not for food. But not for fun, either. We have a pond in the back yard, and there were ducks and visiting waterfowl that used to like to visit it. We enjoyed this, but we would find dead ducks every so often, and suchlike, because the area had rats, as well. So, considering we couldn’t put poison down, and the area wasn’t conducive to trapping, being all marshy, I shot the rats. For weeks. Till they were all dead.
I’m going to point out that you get coyotes in New York City, you get black bears wandering down main street in White Plains (settled 1683), you get bears going house to house in Jersey.
Sometimes, you get rabid raccoons, too.
As a matter of family tradition, we also shoot, always have, since we came here in (muttermutter). It’s good clean fun, not too hard, requires good eye-hand coordination. If done right, it’s very zen, very calming. That’s why my personal preference is for a good rifle, not a good pistol.
In the now deceased thread, though, I went for guns that I’d never get my hands on, but… well, it’s like a Ferrari. Wouldn’t you like to drive one, just once? (I’ve driven a Viper. It’s interesting. You actually sit slightly cockeyed, because the transmission is so huge, it displaces the gas pedal.)
The P90 is a gun that I’d like to own. It’s practical, has some very nice technical details, and is seriously structurally different from your traditional rifle. It’s like an Subaru WRX. Interesting. Different. Useful, like a scalpel.
The Barret .50 sniper rifle is two kinds of interesting. First, of course, a sniper rifle is meant to fire maybe, what, a mile away? Humidity matters. Winds matter. It’s a new skill set. Also, it’s a biiiiig bullet, and I wanna see what kinda holes I can punch in things. Engine block, the long way? This is a Ferrari. It’s a highly specialized machine for doing a very technical task.
The AR-15 is a M-16. The .499 variant is, well, it’s something I would have said was impossible. Half-inch bullets with a full-auto spray? That’s the equivalent of a Dodge Viper. Fast. Ugly. Loud. I can’t imagine the recoil, but I got to try it.
The Calico .22 is a .22 pistol with a 100 round magazine. It’s like something french. It’s just straaaange. I could have fun driving it around, but wouldn’t want to keep it. Like the hydraulic suspension on a Renault.
Most of these guns, I’d never be able to legally own, either. But I’d love to try 'em.
Personally, high-powered air rifle, old .22, and there’s an old .45 somewhere, but it really needs to be cleaned and oiled and looked at. The air rifle gets the most action, these days.
(I’m seperating my collection from my father’s.)