Met up with family yesterday to shoot some guns, drink a bit, and get silly. For the record, my family is a little crazy. Many decades ago when our grandfather died, the family bought all the beer at the one bar in the very small town near the farm.
I packed light, no need to get all crazy. With about a dozen people, some of which have never held a firearm, much less shot one and me being the only RSO, it was a workout.
i wish my family were still crazy. they all died and it’s just me now.
When i was a small kid my uncles took me to break in a morgue and steal another dead grand uncle to wheel around on a dolly to a few neighborhood bars and get him some last shots.
Then they did it again for another.
I’ve asked my friends and they’re scared of being charged n shit.
My wife would be ok with it .(after. forgiveness instead of permission)
Maybe i don’t have really good friends.