I grew up around guns and shot from a very early age (supervised and then when legal unsupervised) and I’m the sanest most rounded individual I know. 🙂
Safety was drummed into me and I knew this off by heart:
If a sportsman true you’d be
Listen carefully to me. . .
Never, never let your gun
Pointed be at anyone.
That it may unloaded be
Matters not the least to me.
When a hedge or fence you cross
Though of time it cause a loss
From your gun the cartridge take
For the greater safety’s sake.
If twixt you and neighbouring gun
Bird shall fly or beast may run
Let this maxim ere be thine
“Follow not across the line.”
Stops and beaters oft unseen
Lurk behind some leafy screen.
Calm and steady always be
“Never shoot where you can’t see.”
You may kill or you may miss
But at all times think this:
“All the pheasants ever bred
Won’t repay for one man dead.”
Keep your place and silent be;
Game can hear, and game can see;
Don’t be greedy, better spared
Is a pheasant, than one shared.
So my old man was happy for me to walk behind him with a loaded (but broken) gun as a young teenager because he knew I was a safe shooter.
I find people who were familiar with the safe use of firearms at an early age don’t have that worrying obsession that ‘enthusiasts’ develop when they had a go with a 303 in army cadets with all the testosterone bravado that goes with it. I’m sure people who shoot will know exactly the type of person I mean, always bragging about what they have shot (the bigger and more outlandish gun the better)
It’s not legal firearms users that scare me, it’s the gaurdian reading earth mothers with their misguided head cocked to one sided concern and the lack of funding for the mental health services that worry me more.