The recent surge of anti-gun sentiment prompted me to write this lament for what is soon to be lost for all of us. Sooner or later they will win. Oh, we old dogs will fight it to the last, but sooner or later we'll be gone, and there won't be anyone left to continue the fight, so they'll win by default.
When I was a kid,about 100 years ago it seems)I went along hunting with my Dad at age nine or ten. No gun, just to watch and learn. It wasn't until I was twelve that I was allowed a shotgun to hunt small game, and earning the coveted privilege of going along to deer camp with my very own rifle.
Then it was the norm that if you missed a deer your shirt tail was cut off a fate none of us including the adults wanted to experience. This taught us all not to miss. It was also a tradition that the father carried an old tin cup that was kept on the mantle of our deer camp so that the son upon making his first kill drank some of the warm blood of his first deer, a rite of passage into manhood that we all desperately wanted to achieve. It was a father and son moment that probably went back to the dawn of time in one fashion or another.
RIPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!
Fast forward to today. Televisions, X-Box game systems, cell phones, picture phones, pagers, I-Pods, computers, the list goes on and on.
Our kids don't want to hunt, they don't need to, meat comes all pre-packaged at the local Super Center. Rites of Passage??? Gee Dad that's soooo archaic! Drink warm blood? That's just gross, who in their right mind would want to do that???
It's our own fault as a society, now we get to reap what we,ve sowed. Field Craft, Wood Craft? Gee Dad who has the time for that. I want to shoot now, forget that learning curve stuff.
Now we have the I generation who continually ask what's in it for me.
Guns? Well no interest in that, in fact no time. Basketball, soccer, baseball, band, scouts, as soon as one thing ends the next starts a week later. Father and son moments are relegated to the ride from one thing to another.
This is the fate of most parents, and the doom of father son relationships. But, not all parents! Although deer camp is a thing of the past, there still are things I can teach my sons. So perhaps our rights will survive for at least one more generation before they are gone forever.
Oh, they'll win eventually, but not yet, perhaps not yet.
All great nations have fallen in the past due to the liberals, and bad government, what makes us think ours will fare any better.
I cry for my country and for what it is becoming, we can thank the Kennedy's and Bradys to name just a few for what is about to happen. We no longer say "God Bless America", we need to say "God Save America".
Danny
When I was a kid,about 100 years ago it seems)I went along hunting with my Dad at age nine or ten. No gun, just to watch and learn. It wasn't until I was twelve that I was allowed a shotgun to hunt small game, and earning the coveted privilege of going along to deer camp with my very own rifle.
Then it was the norm that if you missed a deer your shirt tail was cut off a fate none of us including the adults wanted to experience. This taught us all not to miss. It was also a tradition that the father carried an old tin cup that was kept on the mantle of our deer camp so that the son upon making his first kill drank some of the warm blood of his first deer, a rite of passage into manhood that we all desperately wanted to achieve. It was a father and son moment that probably went back to the dawn of time in one fashion or another.
RIPPPP!!!!!!!!!!!
Fast forward to today. Televisions, X-Box game systems, cell phones, picture phones, pagers, I-Pods, computers, the list goes on and on.
Our kids don't want to hunt, they don't need to, meat comes all pre-packaged at the local Super Center. Rites of Passage??? Gee Dad that's soooo archaic! Drink warm blood? That's just gross, who in their right mind would want to do that???
It's our own fault as a society, now we get to reap what we,ve sowed. Field Craft, Wood Craft? Gee Dad who has the time for that. I want to shoot now, forget that learning curve stuff.
Now we have the I generation who continually ask what's in it for me.
Guns? Well no interest in that, in fact no time. Basketball, soccer, baseball, band, scouts, as soon as one thing ends the next starts a week later. Father and son moments are relegated to the ride from one thing to another.
This is the fate of most parents, and the doom of father son relationships. But, not all parents! Although deer camp is a thing of the past, there still are things I can teach my sons. So perhaps our rights will survive for at least one more generation before they are gone forever.
Oh, they'll win eventually, but not yet, perhaps not yet.
All great nations have fallen in the past due to the liberals, and bad government, what makes us think ours will fare any better.
I cry for my country and for what it is becoming, we can thank the Kennedy's and Bradys to name just a few for what is about to happen. We no longer say "God Bless America", we need to say "God Save America".
Danny
