Legionnaire
Contributing Member
All guns are always loaded.
I just returned from vacation, where I visited a cousin and his family. His dad and mom just moved in to the cottage next door. Four adults and about ten kids chatting in the living room. Conversation turns to shooting, guns, 2nd Amendment, etc. Very positive on all sides.
My uncle says, "Just a sec. I have something to show you." Disappears for a few minutes and returns with a zipped gym bag. He opens it up and retrieves a brown paper bag. From the latter he extracts a Colt Trooper Mk III with four inch barrel. He takes it by the barrel and hands it to me grip first. I'm thinking, "What's wrong with this picture?"
I took the gun, finger off trigger, pointed it down, opened the cylinder, pointed the barrel up and ejected the six live .357 mag rounds onto the carpet. Dead silence (other than my aunt's gasp).
So. Loaded gun in a paper bag in a zipped case (don't know where it had been stored). Brought into a room full of people, my kids among them. Gun not checked before being handed to me. When it was handed to me, the muzzle was pointing at my uncle's belly. Etc., etc. I was shaken, and proceeded to chew my uncle out in front of several of his grandkids and great-nephews and nieces. I picked up the ammo and made sure it was an unloaded gun that went back in the bag.
The Colt was a very nice specimen, by the way. Hope I get invited back (some year) to shoot it.
I just returned from vacation, where I visited a cousin and his family. His dad and mom just moved in to the cottage next door. Four adults and about ten kids chatting in the living room. Conversation turns to shooting, guns, 2nd Amendment, etc. Very positive on all sides.
My uncle says, "Just a sec. I have something to show you." Disappears for a few minutes and returns with a zipped gym bag. He opens it up and retrieves a brown paper bag. From the latter he extracts a Colt Trooper Mk III with four inch barrel. He takes it by the barrel and hands it to me grip first. I'm thinking, "What's wrong with this picture?"
I took the gun, finger off trigger, pointed it down, opened the cylinder, pointed the barrel up and ejected the six live .357 mag rounds onto the carpet. Dead silence (other than my aunt's gasp).
So. Loaded gun in a paper bag in a zipped case (don't know where it had been stored). Brought into a room full of people, my kids among them. Gun not checked before being handed to me. When it was handed to me, the muzzle was pointing at my uncle's belly. Etc., etc. I was shaken, and proceeded to chew my uncle out in front of several of his grandkids and great-nephews and nieces. I picked up the ammo and made sure it was an unloaded gun that went back in the bag.
The Colt was a very nice specimen, by the way. Hope I get invited back (some year) to shoot it.