I Love My Guns

By MamaLiberty

Some recent comments on various message boards frequented by shooters indicate that a few people are either changing their minds or are bowing to the politically correct pressure of the day. They have begun to assert that they do NOT “love their guns” and only view them as necessary tools.

While I couldn’t agree more that guns are simply tools, pretty much like any others, I don’t know why that would make them unlovable. Most men love their tools, all different kinds, and men have always loved their guns. I’m certainly not ashamed to join those men.

But, you might ask, just what is it that we (who still profess it anyway) actually love about guns? Aren’t they killing machines, good only for harming others? We hear that a lot.

So, why do I love my guns? Let me count the ways.

To start with, about 30 years ago I was attacked and would likely have died if I had not been armed.

At that point the man started to walk toward me, in a few words telling me just how he would hurt me. I raised the shotgun, but he just sneered and said confidently, “you won’t shoot me” and kept coming.
He was still too close to my car, so I aimed the .410 shotgun just over his head and pulled the trigger.
I saw the shocked look, just before I saw the blood on his face and chest where the tiny #6 birdshot had hit him. He turned and ran away, destroying a low ornamental fence in the process, but never even slowing to untangle it from his legs.

How would the world be better and more peaceful if I had been raped and murdered instead, simply because I had no gun?

I love to take my guns apart and clean them, usually after a satisfying day at the range or out on the wide grasslands. I love their mechanical simplicity and elegance, the engineering miracle that really has not changed much for hundreds of years. I love the smell of the cleaning products and the silky sound of the action when it is oiled properly. The crisp “snap” of the trigger release is music to my ears.

Though I protect my hearing religiously, I love the sound of gunfire on the range when I’m there, and in the distance as others shoot. I’m about a mile from the range and can hear it often. It is the sound of freedom to me – other men and women both enjoying themselves and practicing a useful skill.

I have an old M1 .30 carbine. The scratches and dents in the old wooden stock have a serious story to tell… though sadly I can’t read it and the man who could is probably long gone by now. I love to shoot that gun, and imagine the story it might tell if it could. It’s a good old gun, and would certainly help me to defend myself and my neighbors if necessary.

My old Marlin 30-30 lever gun is just about perfect for hunting, which could keep me alive if things ever got to that point. That might mean bringing down deer for food, or holding off predators who would take my food away from me.  The scarred old stock has another and just as beautiful tale to tell, of hunts and shooting matches and the companionship that both can bring to all kinds of people.

The Springfield XD 9mm I carry on my belt each day, everywhere I go, is part of the ongoing story of my life. I’m 67 years old, and not able to run or fight meaningfully with my bare hands. The tool in that holster gives me the power to overcome my physical shortcomings and equalizes my opportunity to save myself or others from aggression and great harm or death. That is a heavy responsibility and one that most armed people take very seriously.

A Ruger .357 magnum revolver is my back up and concealed carry gun. I carried it openly for years, but found I had better control of the semi-automatic. Concealed carry is good for certain situations, but I’m glad that it’s not necessary all the time.

The most important reason I love my guns is something quite different, however.

They represent self ownership, and true independence. They mark me as one who is responsible for myself and willing to risk everything to protect myself and others. It also marks me as a free human being and not a slave. Slaves are not “allowed” to own and carry guns. Free people can’t be stopped from doing so.

I love my guns, and the liberty for which they stand.


*NRA Certified instructor and other certification for handguns, self defense. Thirty years teaching and shooting experience.

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Self Defense or Revenge?

Man Faces Prison for Shooting Carjackers 
A Houston man is facing a pretty severe penalty for defending his property, after shooting and killing one carjacker and wounding another.

He’ll probably be ok under Texas law, but this was clearly not self defense. Since they had the drop on him, he did the smart thing and let them have what they demanded. Now, if he’d been openly armed, they probably would never have approached him, of course. But that’s a separate issue. He may have had no chance to access his gun during the confrontation, though many do… and succeed. He’s the only one who knows what the actual threat was at the time.

Fail on several other counts, however. He let his situational awareness lapse, for a big one. Houston is a big place, and I have no idea what the reputation of that particular area might be, but it’s probably not all that wise to go out alone, in the evening, and not have someone to watch your back.

Shooting up your own car doesn’t really seem like a good idea anyway. I’m assuming he was insured for the loss. Since the criminals already had everything else… what was the point? Revenge alone accounts for it, not self defense.

Now, whether or not he should face any particular penalty for this, I won’t be the judge. He needs to answer to his own community and family for it.

Do you think this was self defense? What would you do?

Don’t Be An Accomplice to Evil

Once again, my friend AGirl over at A Girl and Her Gun has hit the ball out of the ballpark. She posted yesterday in response to a bunch of comments she’s received on her story. The commenter’s thrust was, in essence, was that it is morally wrong to use a weapon to defend ourselves because violence is, in his view, “short-sighted, counter productive and only serves in the long run to hugely worsen a bad situation of a violent and dangerous society where fear carries more weight than respect.”

I encourage you to read AGirl’s eloquent and powerful response in its entirety. I’ll only quote two little pieces here, and then I’ll add my comment afterward.

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Why Logic Isn’t Enough

I had an interesting conversation with a family member yesterday that illustrated to me why discussing guns with those who aren’t already shooters is so challenging. I was born in Canada, and much of my family still lives there. As most people know, Canada has a very different culture around guns than the United States – handguns are much rarer than in the US and much more tightly controlled, and high-capacity long guns are exceedingly rare.

So, yesterday, I was talking with a close family member and I told her about the IDPA match I shot over the weekend. I told her what IDPA entails and that I intended to keep shooting. I invited her to attend an IDPA match and watch me shoot next time she visits. Predictably, the conversation then turned to the recent Aurora shooting, as well as a mass shooting that took place in Toronto a few weeks earlier and which seems to have rocked the Canadian cultural consciousness even more than Aurora has here.

Then she asked me if I would ever use a gun for self defense. Yes, I told her, if I ever found myself in a situation where my life was in jeopardy and there weren’t other options available to me, I would use any means necessary – including a firearm – to keep myself safe.

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It’s Not Nice!

Isn’t it strange that we live in a culture where, on average, a forcible rape takes place every 6.2 minutes, but women are looked at askance for wanting to protect themselves? On average, a violent crime occurs in the United States every 25.3 seconds. Why should women want to arm themselves? Why shouldn’t they?

One argument I often hear when I bring up the subject of being armed with people is that “it’s not nice” to carry a gun. It’s not considered nice, not considered ladylike, to be armed. Guns are for boys, the conventional wisdom says, tools of aggression and violence. Women, the conventional wisdom counsels, have no need of such things. It’s just not nice.

I see the world through a different lens. I see the world from the vantage-point of a wife, a mother, a daughter, a sister, with far too much at stake to ever be content with this view of things. More important, though, I see the world through the lens of a survivor of violent crime. For better or worse, I will never again be able to let myself believe it could never happen to me. Of course it could happen to me. It happened once, no reason to believe it couldn’t happen again.

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