Even though I am in favor of you being able to own one, I am not a gun owner.
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I grew up in an agricultural region of rural Australia. Firearms were commonplace for pest management and firearm operations was instructed by parents and relatives the same as sport and other recreational activities.
I was given an air rifle when I was about 10. I was given custodianship of the family's pest rifle, a Winchester model 77 .22 LR, semi-automatic, when I was 14/15. Meaning it lived in my bedroom when not in use. This was not unusual at the time in the region.
I joined the military at 17 and was trained on the L1A1 Self Loading Rifle, a Vietnam era "assault rifle" in .308/7.62NATO. Later on we converted to the F-88 and Minimi, both in .223/5.56NATO.
During a the mid 90's, you could probably describe me as a firearms enthusiast. There were a bunch of mates who would go on weekend hunting trips. I bought a Winchester model 1300 pump action shotgun. One guy had a mini 14 and another had an AR 15. Even then they were regarded in our group as an "anti-social" weapon. Even by the blokes who owned them, and aside from the odd target practice they didn't see much use, hunting rifles being preferred.
When semi-automatic weapons were banned in '96 I had to surrender the shotgun and .22. I used the money I received from the government buyback to purchase a Remington 700 BDL in .308. This rifle was similar to the M40 Vietnam era sniper rifle and was an incredibly accurate hunting rifle.
I used to delight in pointing out the irony of my short range firearms now being illegal, but being able to replace them with a legal firearm of much longer range. Like I was clever and knew things.
Our hunting group had a strange ethos, being that we would only hunt feral, introduced animals. Typically rabbits, foxes, goats and pigs. I eventually figured out that the aspects of hunting trips that I really enjoyed (getting away, camaraderie, bush walking, fieldcraft and marksmanship) could be easily replicated without all the death and mayhem of animals. My last hunting trip was in 2001.
In 2008, I thought it was becoming too difficult to own firearms. My firearm storage was no longer secure enough with law changes (steel cabinet w/ reinforced door, single point clasp, padlock from approved list, attached to building, ammunition locked in a separate cabinet) I was going to need to purchase an full on weapon safe, the cost of which was higher than the value of the firearms I was to store in it. This, combined with the fact that I hadn't even fired them for years led me to the decision to sell them to a dealer and surrender my firearm licence.
Haven't missed them. The anti-social aspect of them in a city was a pain in the arse logistically. Especially if you moved house.
Originally posted by Packman V2Also no. I am pretty sure I had a .22 rifle when I was a pre-teen, but have no idea what happened to it.
Same, actually. I think my folks eventually sold it a while back. I was never any kind of hunter, and eventually target practice dropped off for me too. Never felt the urge to pick up another firearm after that.
I have been considering getting a gun, but getting education regarding one is something I want to do first. I needed to learn to drive a car, learning to maintain and safely handle a gun sounds clever as well.
I do own a handheld crossbow and carry a knife in my wallet at all times.
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