My (her) deplorable gun

I work in the shooting industry. It’s fun. Most of the people in the industry are cool, and a lot of them are unusual in an entertaining way. They all have dozens of guns, from pistols that fit in a pocket, to revolvers that will down an elk with one shot, to rifles like I carried in Afghanistan. I don’t begrudge them any of it. They have a right to own all that stuff. It’s there in the Constitution, depending on who you listen to. Continue reading “My (her) deplorable gun”