and my niece has given me a preliminary report.
At the end of Christmas day my Godson asked his father if he could store his new Red Ryder in he closet because he didn't want any of his friends to get their hands on it because he was afraid they'd play with it and get hurt.
He's nine years old.
I already think I called that one right. He'll be just fine.
Fallout from the other side of the family. One old hen from the other side of the tribe heard about it and was immediately outraged demanding to know why such a wee lad was handed such a deadly weapon.
"Because I felt he is too small for a 30-30. Come to think of it, Then again a .30 cal has a pretty hefty blast and recoil for a youngster. In between he ought to learn on a nice intermediate cartridge like a .223. Maybe when he's 11 I'll get him an AR15 and wait until he's 14 or 15 and put him in a nice long range .308 bolt gun."
Instant epic meltdown.
What's probably not too surprising to hear is that I got my Red Ryder out and plinked with it today shooting various targets of opportunity.
Right now I'm making a target for tomorrow by emptying a beer can. BB gun is secure and a cold beer tastes pretty good.
I like to use one as a target because a BB will punch cleanly through one side but not both. You can shoot at one a mess of times and afterwards, tear the top off and dump the BBs into a flat pan and dry them out for reuse. If it's an old, dried up empty you don't even have to dry them out.
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First report. Christmas night.
He asked his dad if he could store it in the master bedroom closet because he didn't want his visiting friends to find it and start playing with it and get hurt.
I think giving it to him was a good call.
To find out why the blog is pink just cut and paste this:
http://piccoloshash.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-feminine-side-blog-stays-pink.html NO ANIMALS WERE HARMED IN THE WRITING OF TODAY'S ESSAY
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