I am firmly convinced half the world is mental!
And the other half is about half crazy. *wink*
Seriously, this is how I was raised, and mentored.
I was born in 1955.
There were no known gun schools back in the day.
LEOs and Military folks had training schools if you will.
Civilians did not have "official" schools
Firearms, were not complicated, even for Cops.
City cops were issued S&W Model 10s and Win Model 12, or Ithaca 37 with full wood stocks, short bbls, and 00 buck.
State Boys had Model 19s, same shotguns.
Sheriff had both Model 10 or 19s, same shotguns.
Heck the loading was 38spl, for all except for a few of the Sheriff and State Boys, that worked remote areas.
Civilians were mentored by others with whatever gun they had.
Hardware Store Guns if you will for many.
Not everyone could afford a S&W or a Colt like some Dept in areas were issued.
H&R, Iver Johnson and Hi Standard handguns from .22 rim-fire, 32 cal and .38spl.
Were common, as cops and judges suggested folks carry - no "gun permit" back in the day.
The home gun?
Most homes had a single shot shotgun with the youth size 20 ga being real popular.
Anyone in the home could use it, from smaller person to adult.
I mean a kid , teenager, grandma, anyone might have to step out back and take care of a threat, like a rabid raccoon or dawg.
So we did lessons, with the guns folks had.
WE went to homes, boarding houses, duplexes and wherever else folks lived and checked it out.
Made sketches and worked on better locks ( not a lot to choose from back then) better lighting and whatever we could to deter, and prevent.
Neighbors knew each other, so practiced plans on keeping tabs and using code word and all.
Set ups, were what one would stages today.
It might outdoors, or one of the indoor places we had, ( shoot house today), still Widow Jones' little house was replicated with layout, boxes, and odd furniture and practiced plans for her.
Take the War Veteran that lost a leg and used a wheelchair, and got down sick and spent time bedridden from surgery.
Well he and his wife had practiced plans, including shooting from reclined bed, wheel chair and all.
One of the handiest tools for staying safe was a - door stop.
WE did not have dead bolts back then, but a door stop would keep a door from coming open.
The guns were just part of the tool box, and it made no darn difference what kind of gun.
Just folks learned the guns they had, and were good with them.
ADEE was what we were doing back in the day.
Widow Jones for instance.
Her neighbors and family knew she lived alone. They kept mouths shut, and everyone kept tabs on one another.
She still hung out his britches and work shirt on the line.
If you walked into the house, his pipe, tobacco and other items were still out.
It looked the old boy was at work at the plant , or had run off to town, but that women was not living alone.
She set out two plates or 3, or 4 so around supper time, it looked like she was waiting for her husband and company to show up.
Traveling salesman, for instance, never knew she lived alone.
She had her pistol on her all the time, and .410 single shot and .22 rifle handy.
She liked these, could handle these, so she did all her "set ups" with these.
"Oh I need for you to come back later, I have to attend to something now" she would tell a door to door salesman.
I have pretended to be her grandson, or another lady her daughter, or one of the guys her husband, son or brother.
Just how we did things.
There were "codes", like wash on a line.
Take the chain gangs working the area, and if she was out at the clothes line, and trouble showed up, and pulled that certain "towel" off the line, it meant trouble.
Just a old towel for cleaning, still if neighbor looked out, and that towel was gone, the Sheriff was called and other neighbors too.
No 911 back then, no cell phones , so practiced plans to check on Widow Jones.
So lessons, and "set ups" on going to check on Widow Jones, in morning, noon , night or wee hours.
Who knew how fast a Sheriff Deputy might show up, he might be off on the far end of the county area he patrolled.
It was up to us, to stay safe.
It made no difference on make, model , brand name, caliber, gauge, ammo type, folks just knew their guns.
Widow Jones ( not her real name) was sweet gal.
She had 4 boys get loose from a chain gang one day.
She called her neighbor to call Sheriff.
All 4 boys sitting next to house by the water hose, all lined up.
She let them have water, while they sat for the Sheriff and Correction folks.
Just a old widow with a .410 single shot, and her pistol in apron with more .410 slugs.
She never said she had a pistol, just that sweet gal had this look when she meant business and she meant it when said "sit down", with that single shot .410 in hand.
Just low ready, muzzle safe, but they knew that gal knew how to use the 4 youths said by the way she handled that gun and herself.
Once the boys were all secured, she invited Sheriff and Correction folks back for cookies.
Dang her, she was something else.
Deer got her flowers and she shot that sucker with a .410, called a neighbor to come fetch it and butcher it.
"I'll cook some up, just I gotta finish my house cleaning and laundry first".
Shotguns are just one tool in the tool box, just like any firearm is.
The Great Equipment Race all of a sudden decided to change what has always worked.