KnobbyWalsh
WTF?
As Obama goes around collecting our guns, I thought this would be a good time to start a thread to tell our own personal stories for those of us who have been disarmed by the federal government, either recently under Obama or when Clinton got them circa 1993 - 2000.
Allow me to go first:
Clinton got mine early November, the 3rd I think, 1997.
There was a knock at the door and shortly after my wife answered it, she told me it was the President. I invited Bill in and take a seat and asked him what his business was, and he made no small talk but got directly to the point: "I need you to turn over any and all guns you own."
I told him "OK, but all I have is this .58 cal Enfield musket reproduction that I use to reenact the Civil War with," and he said, "Really? Before I take it can you show me how they loaded those things 'cause I really like history."
So I offered Bill (the ice was broke so I could call him "Bill" now) a beer and we went outside. I had some blank cartridges rolled ready to go for the next reenacting season and went through the steps a typical Civil War soldier took to load, with rammer.
He watched me carefully and asked to try. I gotta say, Bill caught on quick! We blew off a few rounds, mused on the noise of how thousands of those things - with cannons roaring - just had to be loud as hell in battles like Gettysburg and Shiloh.
I offered - since we blew some rounds - to show him how to clean it, but he waved me off, saying his staff could research it and take care of it, and that he had to go because he said that they knew the house three doors up from me had multiple hunting guns and had a lot of stops to make after that.
He finished off his beer, we shook hands, and he walked back to the waiting limo. He kept chuckling as he was walking to the limo, saying to himself, "Boy, just like they used in the Civil War."
I often wonder if he still shoots it once in awhile, just for kicks.
Allow me to go first:
Clinton got mine early November, the 3rd I think, 1997.
There was a knock at the door and shortly after my wife answered it, she told me it was the President. I invited Bill in and take a seat and asked him what his business was, and he made no small talk but got directly to the point: "I need you to turn over any and all guns you own."
I told him "OK, but all I have is this .58 cal Enfield musket reproduction that I use to reenact the Civil War with," and he said, "Really? Before I take it can you show me how they loaded those things 'cause I really like history."
So I offered Bill (the ice was broke so I could call him "Bill" now) a beer and we went outside. I had some blank cartridges rolled ready to go for the next reenacting season and went through the steps a typical Civil War soldier took to load, with rammer.
He watched me carefully and asked to try. I gotta say, Bill caught on quick! We blew off a few rounds, mused on the noise of how thousands of those things - with cannons roaring - just had to be loud as hell in battles like Gettysburg and Shiloh.
I offered - since we blew some rounds - to show him how to clean it, but he waved me off, saying his staff could research it and take care of it, and that he had to go because he said that they knew the house three doors up from me had multiple hunting guns and had a lot of stops to make after that.
He finished off his beer, we shook hands, and he walked back to the waiting limo. He kept chuckling as he was walking to the limo, saying to himself, "Boy, just like they used in the Civil War."
I often wonder if he still shoots it once in awhile, just for kicks.
