Just yesterday in the hallowed halls of Ye Olde Gonne Shoppe, a goober rudely demanded to be shown a rifle. He sneered at the Vortex scope, then used it to draw a bead on a woman customer in an orange sweater. That got him an immediate command; "SIR! Point the gun UP and BACK!" He didn't comply, snarling that he was testing the optic on a contrasting target. (After all, plenty of deer wear safety orange.) I finally got the rifle from him, cleared it, put it on the rack, wished him a good day, and walked down the counter.
Cletus stood there sputtering.
He may still be there.
I don't care.
I won't leave a weapon in the hands of such an ignoramus, someone so willing to violate the rules of gun safety and assault an innocent. Col. Cooper's Rules of Gun Safety are the very foundation of our gun culture, defining our basic interactions and our core ethos of respect, responsibility and safety. We ignore them at our peril.
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