I fired a live round gun once. Well, I fired it ten times and hit the little paper target every time. Not bad for a total novice. I’ve never done it again.
It was in the first week of university. All the clubs have stalls and special offers to attract the new intake, and there was a gun club. They used .22 live round rifles in a big shed in a Cardiff backstreet. I went along, had a go, and it was fun. However, gun fun costs a lot of cash and I was just starting my first round as a skint student. So I passed on that one.
I did have an air rifle for a long time but sold it. It was a good rifle but when I moved from country to town it wasn’t getting used at all and Oily Al was in ‘ban those too!’ mood so I decided to just pass it on. I still have the Gat because I had one when I was a kid and lead slug-pellets are the most effective. There’s also a .22 not-very-good air pistol around somewhere and a scarily realistic BB gun that struggles to punch holes in paper – but taking that out in public would get me shot from a helicopter these days. A far cry from my youth when we carried our air rifles in the streets and nobody cared.
I have no real guns. Never owned one. I’m happier with a throwing knife or a bow. Or even a catapult (I have one of those with the armrest so you can really haul the elastic back) and a bag of gravel.
Having a real gun in the house these days is the same, in the eyes of the Law, as being Lex Luthor with an undergound base and a nuclear bomb. I do not have an underground base yet, I’m still digging.
It’s the Crime of the Century even if the gun in question is some homemade contraption that you have in your attic and have never pointed at anyone, ever.
A farmer who made a ‘bizarre’ gun capable of firing 74 rounds of expanding bullets has been jailed for 30 months after his frightened wife reported him to police.
The opening paragraph is utter bollocks. Which is what you have to expect from the Daily Hate.
The gun is pictured. There is no magazine, it’s a single shot gadget. Quite where this ’74 rounds’ came from is never explained. He had two bullets for it. Not 74. The ‘expanding bullets’ is also nonsense, as is the ‘frightened wife’.
He did not threaten his wife with any kind of gun. They had a major row, she called police and snitched on his shotgun and this silly pistol. If he threatened her at all, it was with the mentioned lump hammer. He is in jail for firearms offences because of a row with his wife which involved no firearms at all. Yes, he was in possession of the weapon – incidentally, later in the article it emerges that he was given the thing, he didn’t make it. Every word of that opening paragraph is lies.
Police normally regard an argument between husband and wife, in which nobody is hurt, as a ‘domestic’ and leave it alone. Not when there is an easy collar to be felt though. A definite ‘strict liability offence’ is an easy one and a certain conviction to add to the stats.
These days, only criminals have guns therefore anyone with a gun is a criminal. I don’t need one so don’t have one. It wouldn’t be safe for me anyway, a burglar would be more awake than me and would probably get to it first. If they get that realistic-looking BB gun, best of luck pal, the plastic pellets will bounce off me. They might get to the swords but they’ll pick the ones that look good – the ornamental ones with rat-tail tangs that my full-tang plain-looking one will knock the blade right off with the first swipe.
The gun ban is as silly as the smoking ban and even more dangerous. Before the ban, a burglar would enter my house not knowing whether or not I had a gun. Now, they know for sure I don’t have one. They can be much more bold and vicious and the Daily Mail, that champion of disarming everyone, delights in telling us that they are.
What they never mention is ‘why’. They also never mention that their campaign of disarming the population is the reason for the boldness of burglars these days.
I have to wonder if the Daily Mail reporters go through the same brain-removal procedure on employment as our politicians.