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I come from a family with a more than healthy love of firearms....except for my mom. I am the oldest son in my family, and when I was born, my grandfather a former Marine and JPD officer, gave me a chipmunk 22 rifle, which I still have today. So I started young! My mom has never been much of a fan of guns. She is semi tolerant of all the firearms that are in the home now, and I really believe she has a high degree of fear about them in relation to her children. I have never managed to convince her that safe handling procedures mitigate the risk of an accidental discharge that would result in the harm of her children. With all of that said, I wanted to share some stories I find funny about her and guns and weapons in general.
When I was little, even though I had been given a rifle at birth, she REALLY didn't want me to be around it, and really did not want guns to be a part of my life (once again, I believe she fears them past the point of healthy respect). She tried her hardest to keep me from watching things with guns, having toy guns, the works. But I resisted! I made guns out of paper towel tubes, and eventually got my toy guns. She tried to keep me from rock music too..but she caught me rocking out to Ted Nugent on my little tikes tape player at like 3. She was upset, my dad couldn't have been more proud lol.
When I was about 10, on Christmas day I was given a brand new KABAR fighting knife. Based on my mother's reaction, my father had not informed her I was to receive a 7" combat knife for christmas. I vividly remember her saying "YOU"RE GOING TO LET THEM HAVE THOSE!!??".
When I turned 13, my dad got me a Ruger Single Six. One of my favorite pistols to this day. While my mom was excited about my birthday, I could see her chagrin when I opened up the box to the "dangerous handgun". Seems like she asked me if that's what i wanted, but with one of those undertones that tells you she wasn't happy about it.
Fast forward to the present, and seems like the stories have multiplied (probably because I'm doing dry fire drills, hunting, or going to the range constantly). I have 3 in particular that have happened recently that make me facepalm and laugh when I think about them.
Three particular events occurred that in my mind NEVER connected, that she managed to draw conclusions from. Event 1)Earlier this summer, I turned 21. It was 3 days later that I went and purchased my CC gun, and shortly thereafter submitted my paperwork. Event 2) At the same time I was going through a pretty difficult time with the girlfriend, so I was down a little. Event 3) My junior year in highschool, a fellow classmate under the influence of alcohol shot and killed himself. At his funeral they played a song that I had never heard before, and it was just a great song. Fast forward to the present, that song had come around on shuffle on the Ipod, and it made me think about that and I couldn't remember if that was my junior or senior year when that happened. Ever forgot something? Yeah it happened to me. So I ask my mother if she remembered. About a week later, my dad comes to me and tells me I have my mom freaked out. I ask why. He explains that she had taken those 3 individual events, connected the dots, and concluded that I was going to hurt myself....
:wallbash: ....
About 2 months ago, I took a new shooter to the range, and at the time my pistol was in the shop. So I borrowed my Dad's Glock 17. Upon my return, I went to return the pistol to it's proper place, and condition (loaded, what use are they unloaded?!). Sitting there with the slide locked back checking the pistol, my mom exclaims "Is that pistol loaded!"....I inserted my finger into the chamber, pointed the muzzle up and shook it to show her that it was clearly unloaded. Apparently around the same time, the news had reported that a kid had shot himself when he thought his gun was unloaded. So she asked me, "How do you know it's unloaded? That kid thought his was unloaded". I shook my head and proceeded to finish what I was doing. Inserted the mag, racked the slide and put it away. She gets really upset, and asks me why I just loaded that gun. "Because it does no good unloaded mom". I decided there was no point in arguing with her, so I just walked away. :wallbash:
3rd and final story. Last week, when I left to go back to school (that long long 20 minute drive back to clinton), I left my carry gun in my room, in it's holster, loaded. I hide it up under my pillows on my bed and think nothing of it ( we don't have small children in my house). Fast forward to last night, we are eating dinner and my mom cued off of something else and said "speaking of which, while i was in your room.....I found a gun". I have lots of guns in my room, so I responded...umm..yeah..what about it?. "It was under your pillow"....And? "was that gun loaded"....of course..."what if somebody jumped on the bed and it went off?"...Of course my first thought was A, why were you going through my pillows in my room? and B who would be jumping on my bed while i'm not there, and in addition jumping with enough force to force the pistol out of it's holster, disengage the safety, and pull the trigger?
I obviously love my Mom, and have a lot of respect for her, but the irrationality and fear of guns is really irritating. I can understand her concerns stem from her love for her children, but goodness. If I were my dad, I might be a little insulted, since he's the one responsible for teaching me gun safety.
These are just some that I thought people might get a kick out of and enjoy reading. I know I am not the only person who has stories like these. If you have a story about your mom or even wife and their sometimes irrational responses to guns, please feel free to share!
When I was little, even though I had been given a rifle at birth, she REALLY didn't want me to be around it, and really did not want guns to be a part of my life (once again, I believe she fears them past the point of healthy respect). She tried her hardest to keep me from watching things with guns, having toy guns, the works. But I resisted! I made guns out of paper towel tubes, and eventually got my toy guns. She tried to keep me from rock music too..but she caught me rocking out to Ted Nugent on my little tikes tape player at like 3. She was upset, my dad couldn't have been more proud lol.
When I was about 10, on Christmas day I was given a brand new KABAR fighting knife. Based on my mother's reaction, my father had not informed her I was to receive a 7" combat knife for christmas. I vividly remember her saying "YOU"RE GOING TO LET THEM HAVE THOSE!!??".
When I turned 13, my dad got me a Ruger Single Six. One of my favorite pistols to this day. While my mom was excited about my birthday, I could see her chagrin when I opened up the box to the "dangerous handgun". Seems like she asked me if that's what i wanted, but with one of those undertones that tells you she wasn't happy about it.
Fast forward to the present, and seems like the stories have multiplied (probably because I'm doing dry fire drills, hunting, or going to the range constantly). I have 3 in particular that have happened recently that make me facepalm and laugh when I think about them.
Three particular events occurred that in my mind NEVER connected, that she managed to draw conclusions from. Event 1)Earlier this summer, I turned 21. It was 3 days later that I went and purchased my CC gun, and shortly thereafter submitted my paperwork. Event 2) At the same time I was going through a pretty difficult time with the girlfriend, so I was down a little. Event 3) My junior year in highschool, a fellow classmate under the influence of alcohol shot and killed himself. At his funeral they played a song that I had never heard before, and it was just a great song. Fast forward to the present, that song had come around on shuffle on the Ipod, and it made me think about that and I couldn't remember if that was my junior or senior year when that happened. Ever forgot something? Yeah it happened to me. So I ask my mother if she remembered. About a week later, my dad comes to me and tells me I have my mom freaked out. I ask why. He explains that she had taken those 3 individual events, connected the dots, and concluded that I was going to hurt myself....
:wallbash: ....
About 2 months ago, I took a new shooter to the range, and at the time my pistol was in the shop. So I borrowed my Dad's Glock 17. Upon my return, I went to return the pistol to it's proper place, and condition (loaded, what use are they unloaded?!). Sitting there with the slide locked back checking the pistol, my mom exclaims "Is that pistol loaded!"....I inserted my finger into the chamber, pointed the muzzle up and shook it to show her that it was clearly unloaded. Apparently around the same time, the news had reported that a kid had shot himself when he thought his gun was unloaded. So she asked me, "How do you know it's unloaded? That kid thought his was unloaded". I shook my head and proceeded to finish what I was doing. Inserted the mag, racked the slide and put it away. She gets really upset, and asks me why I just loaded that gun. "Because it does no good unloaded mom". I decided there was no point in arguing with her, so I just walked away. :wallbash:
3rd and final story. Last week, when I left to go back to school (that long long 20 minute drive back to clinton), I left my carry gun in my room, in it's holster, loaded. I hide it up under my pillows on my bed and think nothing of it ( we don't have small children in my house). Fast forward to last night, we are eating dinner and my mom cued off of something else and said "speaking of which, while i was in your room.....I found a gun". I have lots of guns in my room, so I responded...umm..yeah..what about it?. "It was under your pillow"....And? "was that gun loaded"....of course..."what if somebody jumped on the bed and it went off?"...Of course my first thought was A, why were you going through my pillows in my room? and B who would be jumping on my bed while i'm not there, and in addition jumping with enough force to force the pistol out of it's holster, disengage the safety, and pull the trigger?
I obviously love my Mom, and have a lot of respect for her, but the irrationality and fear of guns is really irritating. I can understand her concerns stem from her love for her children, but goodness. If I were my dad, I might be a little insulted, since he's the one responsible for teaching me gun safety.
These are just some that I thought people might get a kick out of and enjoy reading. I know I am not the only person who has stories like these. If you have a story about your mom or even wife and their sometimes irrational responses to guns, please feel free to share!
