In summary, it appears that any subjective claimed benefit is an actual objective benefit by your reckoning.
In other words, because some people enjoy smoking, there should not be strict regulation, restriction of child access or limitations on use and sales.
Yeah. Gun banners gotta lie right?
Your claims of benefit of firearms are extremely strained and contrived. Are you suggesting that people in LA need assault weapons to deal with stray cats and coyotes?
Well first let’s get this through your skull. What you call an “ assault weapon isn’t one.
Second? Yeah people in la shoot competitions and go hunting .
Tejon ranch for example has hog hunts just an hour from LA.
Whatever congeniality and comradery is derived from group shooting can certainly be provided in other ways, such as axe throwing.
imagine you are a 10 year old. You’ve already have fond memories of camping and hunting with your dad, older brother and grandpa.
But you’ve just turned ten and this is your first deer hunt.
You’ve been practicing with your rifle . An ar 15 style firearm chambered in 243. It’s got light recoil “ being a semi automatic , and you shoot it well. In fact youve been practicing with firearms with your dad , grandpa etc for years. You went through hunters education this last year when you are 9 and it was a way tougher test than anything you’ve had in school. But you got a 98 on it and boy was your dad proud.
So it’s your first deer hunt and you can’t hardly sleep the night before . Everyone in camp wished you luck the night before because they knew you were out early with dad.
You and dad start hiking well before day break and you hike a good couple of miles until you get up onto a ridge that overlooks a whole series of little valleys , just as the sun starts to peak through. It’s one of the most amazing sights. The sun splashing gold across the grass and trees , burning off the morning fog.
You and your dad sit up there glassing for an hour , looking over the most beautiful country and then you spot a flicker of movement and you see off in the distance a small group of deer. It’s so far that even with the binoculars you can’t be sure but you think there is a decent buck at the edge of the group.
Your dad asks if you want to go after them? You realize this is your hunt and you make the decisions. This is a huge deal. Dad follows your lead for the first time. You decide to go after them. Dad asks your plan and after some suggestions from Dad the two of you take off.
It takes an hour of hiking to get into position and when you get there? No deer. Your dad asks you: what you think ? And you say “I bet they walked over that saddle where we couldn’t see them. You ease over there and find fresh poop and tracks . Your dad says “ good call”.
You then make a plan using your gps map and your knowledge about deer to come up with a strategy.
You lead your dad through the saddle and up onto a ridge and there you spot them but they are well out of range. For the next three hours you cover another mile sometimes walking, sometimes duck walking sometimes crawling on your belly to get into a shooting position.
Finally after stalking through brush and grass your cover peters out and now it’s bare ground between you and tge buck. And he is a nice one. You range him and it’s 375 yards. You try to go prone but the cover is too high. You have to settle for a kneeling position with sticks and your pack. The wind has picked up and is changing direction at at any moment that deer is going to smell you and be gone.
You settle into position and try to keep the crosshairs behind his shoulder. But you realize you can’t make that shot. It’s too risky for wounding that deer. The deer slips into the brush and is gone.
You look up at Dad and say “ sorry dad but I couldn’t make that shot “ and he says “ I am proud of you son , you did the right thing”.
You spend the rest of the day looking for that deer or any deer but to no avail.
You trudge into camp very tired . Everyone at camp wants to hear your story. And you and Dad get to tell that story together right up to the point where you tell the group you didn’t shoot . And that’s when everyone tells you how proud they are and how you did the right thing.
And that’s sticks with you the rest of your life.
You kill a number of deer the rest of your life. But the one memory you cherish the most ? Is the deer you DIDNT shoot with your Dad.
Now how about you tell your “ axe throwing story “
Lmao.
Don’t talk about things you know nothing about.