oh, that's a funny story. When we moved here we bought a .22 because of varmints. Then Dan was sitting out on the porch reading, and looked up just in time to see a small black bear amble across the lawn in from of him. We looked at the bear, looked at the .22 and laughed. We also had a neighborhood cougar for awhile.
I have my dad's guns and when I was little my dad's idea of father/daughter time was to take me to the police shooting range with him. No big deal, Frank.
There's two cars in the ditch in front of my house both abandoned. They really have no clue how to drive on snow.No guns in this house. We don't need guns.
