Mo1959
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Just my dad's .22 rifle and a .22 air rifle and .177 air pistol.
I wouldn't go that far, tools are not design to maim or kill people / animals.They're tools, nothing more, nothing less.
I skip stones down the canal once got a 9er but no one saw me ,can I play?
The motor car has killed far more people than the gun, and you don't bat an eyelid at owning one of those. Ditto your draw full of kitchen knives. They are all tools, no more no less, but when treated with disrespect or wilfully abused they can all kill or maim. Indeed, wheeled vehicles and knives are now the favoured tools of european terrorists, so you better get shot of yours right quick.
And have you never eaten meat? And what do you think kicked Hitler's mob out of your home country?
I`d forgotten about those.Almost forgot. I am trained in the use of the spud gun as well if it gets desperate out there.
No need to put words in my mouth - I never used the word "neutral". They are tools for hunting, pest control, sport, recreation, and even war. Tools for those purposes, open to misuse and abuse.Neither motorcars nor kitchen knives are intended to kill or injure people, albeit it is an unfortunate consequence of their misuse. Firearms, particularly the ones being discussed here are specifically designed to do just that.
I'm not a pacifist and hence I want our soldiers to have the best weapons available, but it is disingenuous to pretend that their weapons are merely neutral tools
You didn't live in or around Boston Lincs. did you ? We must have shared the same charmed lives. On one notable occasion we made the Boston Standard newspaper because we managed to carry a rather large live shell home which we had found on the marshes round the WashWhen I were a kid there was still a lot of ammo leftover from the war. Kids would find it in cupboards, we'd find clips and magazines in ditches, freshly ploughed fields would bring it to the surface. Sometimes fairly big stuff that was likely AA shells, 20 or 25mm.
We'd stick them in a vice and light them off with a hammer. How my generation are still alive is anyone's guess.
Me too! A mate had one, but he was bit of a flash git who always had the newest toys whenever they came out. He also had a Raleigh Chopper and a ten speed racer before anyone else. We hated him.