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Wednesday, December 12, 2012
Silly Internet Question
I was reading a popular Internet site. They asked the silly question: if you had to fight off a zombie attack what could you use for weapons within six feet of you?
Hmmmmm, what would I use for weapons? The dozen or so rifles and shotguns in my office? The bag of handguns I haven't put away yet after going to the range? The three machetes? The tonfas and bokens hanging on the wall?
Yeah, I'm American. I have a few guns. Now in some parts of the world, that's an arsenal. Locally, it's about the average number of guns. Here's what happened to me, and it's a fairly common story. My dad was a hunter and he took, me hunting as a kid. At 13 he gives me a single shot .22 rifle. By the time I'm 18, I had an old 303 Savage deer rifle, a couple .22 rifles, and a 20 gage shotgun, plus a couple .22 handguns.
As the years go by, I buy a couple more guns, nothing extravagant. A coworker retires and moves to Florida. He sells me his 30-06 Remington semiautomatic. Since that's the caliber most the guys I was hunting with were using, it was nice to have. The price was right. A couple more shotguns were added for different types of hunting.
One of my uncles gave me his SKS rifle. It was a war trophy from his 'Nam days. As my dad would hunt less and less, more of his guns ended up in my collection instead of his. A lot of my friends were shooting 9mm handguns, so I my lovely wife got me one for my birthday. I picked up nifty little Ruger 380 for concealed carry.
The thing about quality firearms is that they last. New guns are made constantly. Over the years, the guns keep piling up. Basic maintenance goes a long ways to keep guns in good condition. If needed there are skilled gunsmiths everywhere.
Some years back it occurred to me that I should probably have ammunition for all these different guns. It was no big deal to occasionally pick up a few boxes. Fortunately, I had a pretty good pile before the price of ammo went crazy.
So yeah, the zombies don't stand a chance.
Of course, there are no zombies. It was a silly question, after all.
I live in an area of NH known as the Great North Woods. I'm in my dome-i-cile out in the county with my lovely wife and a varying number of family and friends
-part red neck, part hippie but all country. Experimenting and enjoying the adventure of life.