Sunday, December 18, 2005

Jimmie's Got a Gun

Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done
Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound of my gun
Dum, dum, dum, honey what have you done
Dum, dum, dum, it's the sound, it's the sound...
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah....

Janie's Got A Gun
Janie's Got A Gun
Her whole world's come undone
From lookin' straight at the sun
What did her daddy do
What did he put you through

From Aerosmith - Janie's Got A Gun Lyrics (There's more. I interpret 'daddy' to be her old man in hippy terms and the 'little baby' meant that Janie was very young--way too young.)

Like the conductor, in Mark Twain's poem, Punch Brothers, Punch, I have trouble getting that song out of my mind. Maybe this post will help things.

I have two guns; at one time I had three.

The first I have had since the 1940s. It is a Red Ryder BB gun. Now on another blog there was talk about not killing things. But that BB gun has probably killed more blackbirds than any other BB gun. It took quit a bit of elevation and wind correction and I had it down good. They didn't suffer because I hit them in the right places too. I wouldn't let my kids do that but I am me and they are them [Now Jr.#3, I didn't want to say 'I am I and they are they'.] . I still have that gun and it still shoots. Not blackbirds anymore.

My second gun, and first real gun, is a Montgomery Ward (MW) 22 rifle. It was Dad's rifle and it may be older than I am--that would be over 104 according to my profile. That rifle has killed many a rabbit. Mom wouldn't cook the poor things, nor eat any part of them, so Dad would take his rabbits up to Grandma and she would cook them for him. I went hunting with him a few times but never shot his gun.

When Dad sold his house, after he had been in assisted living at Oakland, Nebraska, it was decided that I should have the rifle. It still is nice and has a polished wooden stock that doesn't come on inexpensive guns anymore.

I still haven't shot that rifle but I plan to. I can take it to a shooting range and shoot targets. I have been reading about hunting rabbits with beagle dogs. Most of them are natural at flushing out the rabbits and bringing them around for the hunter. The book I read said that all beagles know how to do this, but they must be disciplined so as to obey a command to stop or come back. If they won't do this there is no use trying to hunt with them.

There are places in Texas that are open to hunting. Arrangements have been made with landowners and the Texas Parks and Wildlife to open the property to hunters. The number and times of hunting are regulated. Mrs. Jim said she would cook the rabbits I would shoot. She also said she would clean and cook any fish I catch, but I haven't been fishing since 1964.

The third gun ownership was short lived. I didn't shoot it either. I got it from a friend who took it away from his son. It was a very small Beretta Tomcat 3032 32 caliber automatic. And the price was very right.

The father had the Montgomery police run it through the state to make sure it wasn't stolen. Wal-Mart had a box of 32 ammunition and I was in business. Before I could get it to the range the friend called me to buy it back. The police had called him and the gun was stolen. The theft had just been turned in as the owner added it to list of other property he had lost.

I would like to have a pistol. Just to have. I think it should be a one that is or will become a collector gun that might increase in value. A gun that could be taken to the firing ranges. It might be needed for something else some day.

Then I would again feel like Jimmie's Got a Gun.


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Comments:
Do they let 104-year-olds have guns in Texas?
I know, silly question. Is the sky blue?
 
Thanks for reading, even my profile!
I am GRANDFATHERed in for the gun ownership.
And a whole lot safer still at my age than the teenager who had it before..
My age. I told the profile maker to make me as old as it could.
January 1, 1901, was the earliest it would let me be born.
 
I don't have a specific, written prayer list for bloggers... but feel free to pray for any and all you find on my blog. We need to hold each other up before the Lord.
I did write all those poems. It's a way of expressing some of the lessons God brings my way.
Congratulations to your dad on his longevity. He must be taking good care of himself! (My mom's mom was about 6 weeks short of 108 when she passed away in September 2001. I think 9/11 may have broken her heart.)
 
The first time I shot a pistol my brother had me hold it and he had his hands over my hands. It's a good thing too, because as soon as I pulled the trigger I let go of the gun and stuck my fingers in my ears! Man, that thing was LOUD!!

I was about 8 or 9 then I guess.
 
Didn‘t know Dad ate those rabbits. I thought he just let them be fertilizer! Grandma was a good mother and grandmother. I remember Dad riding on the fender shooting them, though. That was fun, rabbit hunting. Am glad you have his gun, now, and your BB gun. You were a good sharp shooter with that. I couldn‘t hit anything, not even a tree, I don‘t think.
 

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