So, what would you NOT do these days?

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I had to borrow a car, she had a car. We shared other interests, besides shooting my Colt Combat Commander, and Dad's 22 revolver. We went to movies, fished, did some interior painting at dad /stepmom's house and worked on the yard at mom's. We worked downtown, I needed a ride home, but she got off earlier than I.

ahem, sometimes things just gave people the wrong 'impression':D
 
I'm shocked! Shocked, I tell you! This thread is no place for a Chaplain... :D

(P.S. - The confessional line forms on the right, at 9 tomorrow morning. Your penance will be the donation of one firearm of the confessor's choice to a priest designated by him - no prizes for guessing which priest... :D )
 
I'm Baptist !

OK I was raised as one. Boy I never thought saying that might save my bacon...fingers crossed:D

[true story, I actually told a Nun whom broke her rosary "Hey I can remove that broken spot and hook it back up" she said with a laugh " umm you ain't Catholic..are you? Well...they don't teach that stuff in a Baptist Sunday School...honest]
 
Lemme think...

I wouldn't....

1) Walk up to a policewoman, point at her chest and ask "Do those flash blue light?"

2) Make fireworks whilst smoking a cigarette.

3) Add water to the acid.

4) Play with bulk electromagnetic erasers around unbacked-up data.

5) Sleep with a client.

I would....

1) Climb a tree, mountain or just on top of a car or roof.

2) Carry a knife. Everywhere.

3) Get to know high ranking cops really well socially.

4) See that week when the machines are all tied up rendering 3D as a good excuse for a Render Bender and spend a night in jail sleeping it off. Urp. 'Scuse me, constable!

5) Trust.
 
For me things that have changed are never being able to let my kids roam the neighborhoods freely. We went anywhere we wanted as kids. Mom neverhad to worry. Used to ride my bike all over town. I could never let my 2 girls do that these days.

I often wonder when I see parents waiting with their kids for the school bus if bad things happen to kids any more often now than when parents didn't wait for the school bus with their kids.
 
Originally posted by Atticus
Hmmm....I probably wouldn't take a thousand mile road trip in a beat up Pontiac with 150k miles on it, $200 in my pocket, mind altering substances scattered about, and a handgun under the seat. I'd drive something better now. :p


roflmao

But with .......say $375, a beaup Pontiac with.....lesseee, maybe 125k on it, and the mind altering substances neatly hidden away, you'd be off like a shot, huh?


IM me. I think I could use a road trip these days the way things are going at home these days![:)]
 
hmmmm........Maybe I haven't grown up! Or maybe I live in a better place than others.

I haven't ever used drugs or been a klepto. I never snuck my naked GF into my parents house when there was ANY chance of them being around. I DID carry guns to school. (nobody cared) I DID carry knives to school. I did turn 17 armadillos loose in the hall on the last day of high school (but nobody knows it was me other than two accomplises) I DID drink too much beer. I DID stay up too late and party too hard on nights when I knew my Dad would make me work the next morning.

Things I still do: Play with guns (responsibly) Play with fireworks. Drink beer. Occasionally act stupid around my kids.

Things I do but shouldn't. Dip Copenhagen.

I tried to quit the life threatening, damaging, illegal, immoral or unethical things from my life. Mostly I succeded.;)
 
Sure one thing in Switzerland:

NEVER, EVER TRY TO ROB A GUN SHOP!

That's almost a sure way to get transformed into one of the local cheese specialities which unilaterally have too many holes.

Also, never fire a battery of mortars into a snow cowered area without checking the marked-off target area with a light intensifier and an IR visor. But that's another story....
 
I certinly would not be making any home made fireworks. Used to blow a 55 gl drum about 40' up in the air. Man it was great being a kid in the 70s. Also wouldnt fish like we used to in them pennsylvania ponds.:ar15:
 
I wouldn't

neglect putting money in investments and LEAVING them there.

Riding bikes at night, thats bicycles.

I grew up with guns and have taught my children to use them.
 
Wouldn't do "wet worK" for the CIA again.
No more torrid love affairs with Hollywood starlets, two and three at a time.
Climbing Mt. Everest once is enough.
Breaking the bank at Monte Carlo has lost its savor.
No more Roman-style orgies with decadent European artistocrats.
Summoning supernatural beings through the use of unclean, arcane rituals probably isn't the best idea in today's legal environment.
Most likely wouldn't eat gato frito con mole verde again.
See if I overthrow the government of a small, bewildered third world nation and replace it with myself as a god-king ever again.

I guess, instead, I will devote myself to becoming another middle-aged suburbanite with a receding hairline, a mortgage payment, a car payment, daycare bills, etc. etc. etc. etc. etc.
 
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"Road trips" take on a whole other meaning when they are taken to be there when your youngest graduates from Ft. Benning and there is a madman loose in the middle east.


Most of what I did as a child is still going on in that place. There is something to be said for growing up in a near wilderness.
 
These replies bring back fond memories of summer days spent bicycling through our town with 22s slung over our shoulders, stopping to talk with the Policeman on duty and having him tell us to have fun, decimateing the local rat population at the dump while other folks went about the business of dumping their trash without worrying about us shooting at them. (We all practiced gun safety religiously) Driveing to school with our 3030s and 12 ga. shotguns hanging from the gun racks in our pickups, and parking in the lot without bothering to lock the doors. TRY THAT TODAY. Going to class with at least a boy scout folder in our pockets, and never a thought to using it in a fight.

Sure am glad I'm not a kid growing up today.
 
Hmmmmmmmm

I walked or bicycled anywhere in town I wanted...some places I knew NOT to go. Always had some form of pocket knife. Tossed shotguns into trunk of freinds cars before school for an after-school hunt. Bought my first shotgun from a friend, walked home (about 1-3/4 miles) with said shotty over my shoulder ..several cops drove by and waved at me, one stopped and we chatted about shottys for a bit, and he showed me his new issue Rem 870, and asked what I had. Didn't show me, [kept it holstered] but his 'Service Revolver' was a new Colt Trooper 357. Gave a speech in Senior Class about shottys, complete with brothers Rem 1100 as a visual aid.

Try any of those things now, and see how fast you get busted for "inducing panic" or "creating a public disturbance/nuisance" or "making terroristic threats". :cuss: :cuss:
 
When I was young we ALL packed knives to school. You could find virtually anything firearm related in someones car in the parking lots. We rode around with rifles on bikes and blew things up with complete abandon.

Still going on here. In the fall, there's plenty of shotguns in the back windows of students' trucks here at the school I teach at so they can go directly out duck hunting from school.

Not uncommon to see people walking/riding down the road with their rifle on the way to the harbor to go deer hunting.

While I don't think knives are allowed at school for legal reasons, I haven't seen any problem with them. I can guarantee if I needed a knife to open something, plenty of kids could produce one from their pockets.
 
Think of not having a....

icy cold shaken Bombay Gin martini with an Atlas olive when I get home from work......Friday........chris3
 
I probably wouldn't get away with carrying a pellet pistol on my paper route to use on dogs. BB gun wars in the backyard would probably be frowned upon. Carrying my .22 on my bike to go shooting at the river bank probably wouldn't work. Shooting a squirrel in the back yard with my .22 would be right out.

Last summer I was working in Arkansas and had occasion to drive around Lake Ouachita. As I rounded a bend in the road, I was greeted with the sight of 3 boys standing out at their mailbox, each with a gun in hand. Don't know whether they were BB's or small-cal rifles, I was gone too fast to take a good look. But that sight has stayed with me. I'm glad such scenes still exist somewhere.

When I take my son shooting, we either go to a gun range or drive a long way out in the National Forest. He's 13 and has never had the experience of going tromping off with a few buddies to see how many cans they can sink in the river. :(

Now, as far as things I wouldn't do, I wouldn't leave as much can and bottle litter from my shooting all over the place. I wouldn't shoot road signs, abandoned appliances or small critters. It's probably good we have some of the rules we have now. A kid in my Jr. High did get killed in a hunting accident. And I can remember a lot of times when dumb luck kept me or a buddy from getting shot. But I also can't help feel that something important has been lost.
 
(P.S. - The confessional line forms on the right, at 9 tomorrow morning. Your penance will be the donation of one firearm of the confessor's choice to a priest designated by him - no prizes for guessing which priest... )

okay, but all i'm donating is a POS lorcin or jennings or whatever sub-$50 gun they have at the pawn shop. oh, and expect me to embellish or gloss over key details about past alleged 'sins'. :evil:
 
I would not drink 15-25 cans of beer,smoke a couple of joints and then drive home,all in a couple of hours time.I had to move from alaska to arizona to break my bad habits.
 
This is going to sound really lame, but ..

I put a lot of effort into keeping my face shut these days. Not because I'm older or wiser or because I had any bad experience from beeking off, but because of our Canadian gun laws and the PC climate we live in. Our laws are such that if you say anything that could be interpreted as a threat, or indicative of violent intention, it would be justification to have your guns taken away from you. In Canada, we have to apply to renew our firearms licences every five years and that is when the feds do another "background" check on you. If anything turns up that showed you were involved in any sort of violent act or if someone claims that you made them feel threatened, then it's bye-bye licence and guns. (That's how the government is going to get our guns. There will never be mass confiscation. Gun owners will simply have their guns taken away, slowly, bit by bit, by being disqualified to own guns via having their renewal applications rejected).
So, as a gun owner, I choose my words very carefully, avoid arguments or confrontations of any type, and bite my tongue often. When I find that I'm having trouble keeping my trap shut, I just think about loosing my guns ... forever ... and then it's much easier to walk away from a fight. I don't even crack jokes anymore that could be misinterpreted as being threatening or violent. Sometimes I feel like I living trapped in some "Rod Serling Twilight Zone" episode. "Planet of the BlissNinnies" ...
 
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