tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286321024842109960.post8936666341335801165..comments2024-03-27T15:41:01.956-04:00Comments on rhymeswithplague<br>rhymeswithplague<br>rhymeswithplague<br>rhymeswithplague<br>rhymeswithplague: Here a gun, there a gun, everywhere a gun, gun...rhymeswithplaguehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10870439618129001633noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2286321024842109960.post-56802400046967214722008-07-04T09:55:00.000-04:002008-07-04T09:55:00.000-04:00Interesting post, Mr. B. I don't presently have a ...Interesting post, Mr. B. I don't presently have a firearm in my home, but for years I kept in a closet my dad's .22 rifle and my half-brother's "trophy of WW II" Japanese sniper rifle, which our neighbor would use from time to time when he went big game hunting.<BR/>I was taught how to shoot a .22 when I was a teenager, but never killed anything other than a few empty cans and beer bottles at the city dump. <BR/>At one point in my life, due to economic necessity, my husband and I lived in place that was not as "safe" as it could have been. My husband's job sometimes required him to be away from Monday morning - Friday night. During those absences, I slept with our dog on one side of the bed, and a loaded 12-gauge shotgun on the other. I would have used the shotgun in self-defense should the occasion warranted. Fortunately, I did not have to do so.Pat - Arkansashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11623638376731374600noreply@blogger.com