Not to sound paranoid or anything...
Not to sound paranoid or anything, but even a nice, level-headed women that you got along with just fine until the break-up can turn
remarkably vindictive. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
A word to the wise: One telephone call to the police and you will see your
entire 100-gun collection seized. Cops just
love that. They will keep the good ones, sell the rest and put the cash in their pockets. All in the name of protecting the "victim" from a "potential predator." (Emphasis on the word "potential," since you haven't actually done anything.)
Private property rights? Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha! You are soooooo naive! What did you think this was, a free country or something? They're
heroes, protecting the innocent women and children - how could you possibly suggest that these valient public servants might be motivated even slightly by all that cash that they're stuffing in their pockets? Why, to even think such a thing is unpatriotic!
Trust me: You
really want to rent a mini-storage unit for your gun collection, take one at a time out when you go shooting, and
don't tell her where the storage unit is. If she questions how you keep coming up with different guns, tell her that you are borrowing them from your (unnamed) buddies. In reality, she will never ask. She notices what gun you're shooting with the same rapt attention that you display towards what shoes she's wearing - in other words, she doesn't notice.
I dated a girl (a Cajun, by the way) who said that she liked shooting, went with me to the public range and seemed to enjoy herself there. She would even pull targets for me at the 500-yard range when I was practicing for tactical matches.
Then we broke up.
"But you said - sob! - that you loved me!!!!!!!" she screamed, dishes flying. It wasn't a pleasant scene.
A year after we broke up, at the time that Mohammed and his little buddy were murdering people in Washington, I got a call from the FBI. She had told them that I was
bragging about being this killer! A remarkable claim considering that I hadn't spoken to her for a year. And it was obviously her - the Bureau had information that only she could have told them.
Fortunately, I had abundant evidence that I was in Phoenix, AZ every day of this time period and the Agent I spoke to was cool about it. However, it he'd wanted to be an *******, he could have seized some competition-grade rifles worth
thousands of dollars.
Postscript: I have a
Frequently Asked Questions section on my website and, while most of the questions are of a more technical nature, I will include this one since it's gotten so much attention here at the High Road.