Teach ‘em when they are young….
Category Archives: WhenIWasAKid
Reading, Riting, Rithematic, The Old Fashioned Way
Boy, one for the When I Was A Kid file for sure! Mayberry on steroids before there was a Mayberry! Travel now down the road to yesteryear and learn how things were in the good ole days! A tale of shootin’ and teachin’ and small town life. Oh yeah, did I mention there was prayer in school????
Massad Ayoob- When I Was A Kid
And then there were four…..
No less than Massad Ayoob himself joins the “When I was a kid chorus” sung here at John Jacob H over and over and over again. Category Link HERE
While Mr. Ayoob frequently slides toward the fringe of the “reasonable restriction” crowd, his anecdote from childhood rings true with all the other childhood stories accumulated thus far.
Delightful Excerpt:
I grew up with firearms. By the age of nine, I had a .22 rifle, a shotgun, and a Winchester 94 deer rifle hanging on a rack in my bedroom. At the age of 12, I had a loaded Colt .45 automatic in the desk drawer in that same bedroom.
Ersatz RKBA- NSSF GunGrabbery For ObamaNation Generation
Well dingdongdarndoggoneit!
Thanks to No Lawyers Only Guns And Money (CLICK LINK HERE)we learn our favorite Neville Chamberlain Professional Shooter-Doug Koenig-is alive and well at the National Shooting Sports Foundation where they continue to peddle the propaganda of Tax Payer supported ersatz gun safety with bicycle cable padlocks.
For the chiiiildren dontcha know?
It seems like only yesterday we covered this in a previous episode of JJH RKBA Commentary, remember?(CLICK LINK HERE)
In reality it has been a full three years.
So let us go through this ONE MORE TIME:
Did Firearms Guru Jeff Cooper EVER actually put an age limit on when children should handle firearms? (CLICK LINK HERE)
I seem to recall the occasional comment about the evils of weapon possession by inexperienced individuals and unreliable adults but never a blanket prohibition directed against all children regardless of their age, experience or mental maturity.
Mary Carpenter would certainly agree some children are more mature than others: (CLICK LINK HERE)
Not to mention the “When I was a kid testimonials” which reflect the experience and memories of adult writers before leviathan Nanny State regulations took control of every aspect of American life. CLICK LINK HERE
More important, has Doug Koenig ever crapped up one of his raceguns with some inane free tax payer funded bicycle cable lock?
Inquiring minds want to know and all that!
Hat Tip to No Lawyers Only Guns And Money for the reminder to us all- RKBA is a 360 degree battlefield where people who should know better still do not blush when they regurgitate Sarah Brady Talking Points about Child Safety and Gun Control.
Women: How To Catch A Husband
Here it is, from no less than Leave It To Beaver: the forgotten episode. How quickly we forget “the past is another country; they do things differently there.”
Quick show of hands: how many people think this episode would ever be made in modern TV Land? It is almost poignant with its innocence and candor.
Briefly visit the America of yesteryear, before mandatory Government boondoggles of the Interstate Highway System, Public Education, Welfare State et.al. slowly consumed the vitality of a robust civilization.
Fred On Everything: When I Was A Kid
Okay, this makes three “When I Was A Kid” Stories about RKBA.
Maybe I will join the group with my memories as well.
In any case, Fred’s reflections have an eerie similarity to Paul Craig Robert’s and Bill Witten (and mine) so now these tales are grouped into their own category. CLICK LINK HERE
And….a delightful excerpt:
Freedom and Illusion
Mostly Illusion
August 14, 2010
When I was a kid long, long ago, before time began, or anyone had thought of why time ought to begin, or what it might be good for, I lived in rural King George County, Virginia. The county bordered on the Potomac River and was mostly woods. Dahlgren Naval Proving Ground, on which my family lived, sloped down to Machodoc Creek, perhaps three-quarters of a mile wide.
Things were looser then. When I wanted to go shooting, I put my rifle, a nice .22 Marlin with a ten-power Weaver, on my shoulder and walked out the main gate. At the country store outside the gate I’d buy a couple of boxes of long rifles, no questions asked, and away my co-conspirator Rusty and I went to some field or swamp to murder beer cans.
Today if a kid of fifteen tried it, six squad cars and a SWAT team (in all likelihood literally) would show up with sirens yowling, the kid’s parents would be jailed, the store closed and its proprietors imprisoned, and the kid subjected to compulsory psychiatric examination. Times change.
In King George if a buddy and I wanted to go swimming, we might go to the boat dock, which was for public use, and jump in. We did this by day or night. Almost never were there other people around, certainly no lifeguard. Or we might take my canoe, bought with paper-route money, and paddle out into the nighttime water and glory in being young and free and jumping overboard to swim. No one thought anything of it. It was what kids did.
Reflections on the Second Amendment (via billwitten)
Another commentary for the “when I was kid” file. It is amazing how similar all these “when I was a kid” stories sound when read back to back. CLICK LINK HERE
via billwitten
Real Gunfights: 5 Year Old Kills 800 Pound Alligator
Here is one for the brain dead safe-storage Bolsheviks who believe one-size-fits-all Nanny State Government is good public policy.
This kid was trained, prepared and effective. It was always thus and will be thus always.
Nanny State Nitwits go pound sand.
The father’s comment is particularly appropriate. “ I trained him to use guns because everything on this ranch will bite you or stick you.”
Way to go Dad!
In different circumstances, compare and contrast the outcome for Ashley Carpenter, age 9, and John William Carpenter, age 7, who sacrificed their lives when called to defend their family without the equipment necessary to prevail.
Tantalizing excerpt to alligator story:
Friday , October 02, 2009
FoxNews
Texas-born Simon Hughes, 5, doesn’t look intimidating.
But put a gun in his hands and pit him against an 800-pound alligator and it’s a different story.
Simon’s been training to handle a gun since he was just 4, his dad told MyFOXHouston — and it’s a good thing, too, or else he could’ve gotten hurt by the mega-gator that wound up on the Hughes family ranch.
When I Was A Kid…….
Lew Rockwell.Com points us all to a terrific column by Paul Craig Roberts about his childhood and the 2nd Amendment.
While from a slightly different generation, many of his memories ring true with me.
There was ALWAYS a shotgun in the hall closet in a house full of six siblings and all the neighborhood children who were loose to engage in whatever activity of the day attracted them to our neck of the woods (which would include the occasional Eddie Haskell type).
To the best of my memory there was not a single incident of any kind with that fearsome weapon of mass destruction.
How in the world have those times come to these times?
Delightful Excerpt:
How Things Change Out From Under Us
by Paul Craig Roberts
When I was a kid there were no age limits to the Second Amendment. We all had firearms before we reached puberty. Anyone with the money could purchase a .22 caliber rifle at the local hardware store. If you were too young to see over the counter, the proprietor might call your parents to get an OK. You could purchase .22 caliber ammunition and shotgun shells at most any gas station.
None of us ever shot anyone or any farmer’s cow or mule. There were no gun accidents among my armed companions.
My grandmother never batted an eye when I walked out of her farmhouse with my grandfather’s shotgun. Guns were just a routine item. We all learned gun safety from the Boy Scouts. My grandmother only became concerned for my safety when I became the proud owner of a spirited horse.
If the attitudes that exist today had been around when I was coming along, my entire generation would be felons. I had my first altercation at the age of three. Bullies were ever present. A kid had to steel himself against them. At six years of age I learned that, Lone Ranger and Roy Rogers bravado notwithstanding, an older and stronger kid was just that.
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