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Mon Dec 17, 2012, 03:27 PM


Guns and me (longish)

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From the earliest age I had guns in my life. I remember going to Chico Sporting Goods, on our way to our campground, and buying a bolt action 22, for my very own at around 10 or so. We would go camping and blow the shit out of everything. We shot cans, homemade targets etc. Box upon box.. Everyone we camped with took part and gun safety was very very important. Newcomers, of which there were many over the years, had to listen to the speech about gun safety and all that before they were allowed to fire.

For decades we would do this as a family. Got some better guns, but mostly stuck to 22 caliber rifles, pump action and the single shot (which my brother now has). Other people would bring other guns, handguns etc but they were too big of bang for me and I and my family preferred the smaller caliber rifles....

Went hunting over the years but never killed anything, nor did anyone in the party I was with. Did some skeet shooting and liked that though.

By the time I was in sixth grade I had a lot of experience handling guns. We used to go ride out a place we called "Lead Hill" and blow the shit out of stuff every weekend. A whole bunch of us would ride our dirt bikes, mini bikes etc along the railroad tracks to avoid street riding and we would target practice. It was this big bank and we would put the targets up there and blast away. I had my own gun then, a 22 caliber pump action with a shitty scope. Used to be pretty good too, Shot a bit to the upper right about 2 oclock..

One of the biggest streets round here is named "Lead Hill Blvd" after that spot. It was where EVERYONE used to go to shoot. The Hill is still there too but that area is pretty populated now. Probably one hell of a lot of guns round there though considering the neighborhood.

I really got into black powder guns for a while as an adult. Loved them, mostly just because they were a kick in the ass but there was a certain "If I wanna kill someone, I really gonna have to want them dead" scenario that felt safer than having rim fire weapons laying around. . I had some nice ones too, including an 1860's era blunderbuss and a 60 caliber Sharps Buffalo rifle (with tripod) (like Jeremiah Johnson) and a couple of pistols. even had a cannon for a while. But that is one expensive hobby and you gotta live in that world to really get the full thing going...and I wasn't ready to turn in my tie dyes for a coonskin Cap that I skinned myself.

never had another gun after I sold all my powder guns. Being an emotional sort, I figured that a gun would only lead to more problems than it solved.


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Response to Bennyboy (Original post)

Mon Dec 17, 2012, 03:39 PM

1. Part Two, Reader's Digest...


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When i was about 12 or so, my dad read an article about a parent that kills his kid because the kid was high on drugs. Might have been the one and only thing my dad ever read. It affected him so. Right after he read it he tossed it to me on my bed and told me "that is how you are gonna end up" or some shit like that. I can remember everything about that day. Blue bedspread.

That story was later a movie and a book: http://boards.straightdope.com/sdmb/showthread.php?t=536628

I was terrified and never read the story, All I knew was my dad wanted to kill me. I didn't even realize the kid was on "Reds" (seconal) till just now. And that is weird as well because the first time I ever got into trouble with drugs was on Reds.(Some years later) And after that I never took them again. Downers were out for me after that.

From that day on, I had to deal with my father pulling guns on me. So many times that I do not have one recollection of one event. I have snippets of many to remember...and they change all the time. He would threaten me constantly, and then my children, wives etc, all the time as well. "I am going to get my gun, that will stop this"....... I of course would react badly and do anything in my power to see that he never made it to his guns again. Many many many incidents over the years. My dad was crazy as hell but nobody could tell. As he got more and more insane, (and refusing diagnosis) he got worse and worse. More violent acts. More attacks, more guns. He would call and tell either me or my brother than he was going to kill my mom and himself etc regularly.. We of course would speed over and take his guns away. Only to have the same thing happen a month later and finding another big bunch of guns. Some legal, some not so much (dad loved the poker scene and guns are pretty easy to find there)....

But he refused diagnosis and if they do that there is no way, without a lot of $$$$$$$$$$$$$$ to take someone's rights away. Hs motive for that was not so much the guns but the financial control etc. We tried. Finally he gave up on having guns after my brother moved to Montana to get away from him (and all the end of life decisions in regards to the bullshit I am dealing with right now).. but he never stopped threatening us.

PART III The shootout.

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Mon Dec 17, 2012, 03:41 PM

2. Guns Bring Alot Of Trouble With Them


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Thu Dec 20, 2012, 10:49 AM

3. Other gun related incidents...


Back in High School one of the biker kids, who always carried a gun, probably on school grounds too, got shot after an argument at a party. Suburban kids shooting other suburban kids. I was there and Melody was the guy's girl, but my good friend, and I spent that night consoling her at the Emergency room at Mather AFB where he died. Melody struggled for along time and developed a few problems. Sadly she was ejected from a pick up that flipped (with a huge bunch of girls in the back) on the Dam Road leaving our senior party at the Lake.... tragic

My friend Cindy, long divorced, along with her then 12 year old daughter, witnessed her ex husband stick a gun in his mouth and pull the trigger. Not pretty and both those people are seriously screwed up due to that. He had just bought the gun apparently and was the only shot ever fired from it.

My (now ex) brother in law loved guns and his favorite argument tactic was to threaten to kill himself with the gun. His wife told me he would routinely put the barrel of the gun in his mouth and threaten to kill himself. The gun was always loaded and ALWAYS within his reach. On top of the fridge, by the bed... Teenager in the house as well.

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Sat Dec 22, 2012, 12:58 PM

4. Part 3 the SHOOTOUT....


Part 3, the SHOOTOUT.

I was married, a successful contractor, wife a state worker with a then 16 year old boy (step-son) left in the house (the rest of the kids came and went all the time though, all older). Life for me is going pretty well.

The kid left at home was Homeschooled. Which to him meant I don't have to do anything but play video games all day with all my homeschooled buddies. Every day a group of kids would take over the house. All day and night long. The kid had been homeschooled since he got tossed out of High School on the his first day. I hated it myself. I knew that a teenager with that much time on his hands was going to get in trouble. (and he did, all the time) For four years me and my wife, on the decision day for enrollment would fight over this. I though it was a joke really, just an easy way out.

One day, in the kid's senior year I came home from work (I would work out of the house) at about 10AM. There is a huge knot of kids out front playing basketball. A lot of new faces including two black kids that look like gangbangers. Corn rows, saggy pants red colors etc. The kid had a lot of friends and some were black so I didn't really think much about it. But the gangbanger look was rare for my suburban life.

One thing though, is that a car is parked kind of in the middle of the street. A white car that i did not recognize. So I tld the kids playing basketball to "Move the hoop-D out of the street". (I am so hip!). of course they never moved it.... Just then a guy I knew to be the local weed dealer drove up in his Escalade with the spinny rims. He gets out, paper bag in hand and I know that this a dope deal going down.

(Let me say that pot is prevalent in my life,always has been....... BUT, I never dealt more than personal stash and told all my kids not to deal or get involved because of the crime factor. Also we had some recent examples such as when another one of our kids came home to find his dope dealing roommate dead over pot dealing. This child was allowed to puff weed too, and my kids had a rule that they could not until they were 18 And didn't...............................that is another story right there as well) Not that it would have helped he was 17 and all of his family smoked weed. Me Mom etc...And his brothers and sisters were all puffers. So really there was no shielding him from it.)

The dealer goes in the house and all the kids go inside and in the back room. I am fucking pissed off, not only over the car but because the kid is dealing dope out of my house and I knew that he had been doing it for a long time. (and continued after as well) I am gonna wait till everyone clears out though so I follow them inside and sit at my computer and do some work (or post on DU).

All of a sudden I hear a Pop. I think Firecracker and look aback intot he back room where all these kids, doep dealer and gang bangers are. I see a gun, turned like they do on TV. Holding that gun is a black hand, all I can see. I grab my cell phone and run out the front door dialing 9-11. A voice yells to me "get down mutha fucka" and I did. I got on the gorund and hoped for the best. The guy that yelled to me put the gun in my face and said "Hoop_D this mother Fucker" and pulled the trigger. CLICK. Jam or misfire. After the guy's gun jams he jumps over me and over the fence and is tossing his gun into the sunroof and the Hoop-D and trying to get it to start. (he dropped his key inside the house)

At the same time this is going on, the dope dealer is out the back door and firing his own guns. He has a buddy left in the escalade and that guy starts shooting at the the now fleeing gangbangers. 27 shots fired. 357's too (the gangbangers gun was 22). Imagine this, suburbia, and 27 shots ringing out.
I am in my bedroom, talking with 9-11, mattress against the door and throwing kids between me and the door. "Fuck you this is your shit".... I was so pissed off. I knew most of these kids and this was just an exceedingly stupid deal going down.

The dope dealer and his buddy drive off in the Escalade, chasing the gangbangers (Both on foot) and eventually ran one of them down in the middle of the busy street out front. The other disappears.

the cops came, and instead of scouring the neighborhood for all of that they made me out to be the criminal and wanted to search the house. They interviewed the kids that stayed and they all had one of two stories, that it was a deal over my poster collection or my stereo system. I of course was truthful about what was going down but it conflicted with the story tld by the kids. Once I refused them to search though< i was put in handcuffs and told that it would be 12 hours before they could get the warrant. I had no problem with that though< I knew I could talk them down a bit and they wouldn't flip my house if I convinced them I wasn't a criminal.

Of course for the next twelve hours I got lectured about what a horrible parent I was. And they were right, it was horrible parenting, just wasn't me that was to be blamed.

Finally the warrant shows up and the cops just search one room and find (of course) the scales and baggies etc for the deal to go down. They left the rest of the house alone (I showed them my stash right as the warrant was delivered and they let me keep it.)
The cops told me that this type of robbery was pretty common. Pot dealers are easy to rob because they usually have no guns. Or they are not as leery as meth freaks or crackheads. And that our friend Legion was murdered in the same fashion.

One thing I know from all that though is this: Another gun would have only made things worse. As it was it was terrible but nobody died. Imagine if someone had?

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