Vern Humphrey
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Many years ago, I was a skydiver. I made literally hundreds of jumps from light, 4-passenger planes.
We would remove the right door, the right front seat, and the right controls. Two jumpers would sit on the rear seat, and the third would sit flat on the floor by the open door. Is that scary? You betcha.
I used to watch my altimeter as we took off, and when we reached 600 feet, I would say to myself, "I'm all right. If the engine quits, the wings fall off, or ol' Thud Wilson in the pilot's seat has a hebephrenic fit, I can get down on my own!"
That's what guns mean to me -- if the worst comes to the worst, I can take care of myself.
We would remove the right door, the right front seat, and the right controls. Two jumpers would sit on the rear seat, and the third would sit flat on the floor by the open door. Is that scary? You betcha.
I used to watch my altimeter as we took off, and when we reached 600 feet, I would say to myself, "I'm all right. If the engine quits, the wings fall off, or ol' Thud Wilson in the pilot's seat has a hebephrenic fit, I can get down on my own!"
That's what guns mean to me -- if the worst comes to the worst, I can take care of myself.