This vintage handgun is a family heirloom. Now, I don’t own a gun because of religious reasons. Personally, I think it sucks on the one hand, but on the other hand, I can see the protection in not owning one. My grandfather, who is now deceased, bought this when he was the victim of a robbery as well as a shooting. Granddad was a WWII veteran, and his familiarity with guns was well-known (but that’s another story).
For many years, I was a supporter of gun ownership. But nowadays, I treat gun ownership the way I view gay marriage and politics; I don’t get involved. It’s funny how one’s view can change over the course of time. When I was in high school and college I wrote a paper on why I supported gun ownership. Now years-even decades later-as a Bible Student, my view has changed a lot. But I’ll delve into that down the road.
I bring that up to bring this up: My mother received the gun some years after granddad passed. One of her coworkers-who’s also retired-and was in the military wanted the gun, but due to the laws here in Michigan, if I’m not mistaken, mom had to keep the pistol for an ex amount of days before she could turn it over to him (long frickin’ story there). And mom was shocked when she found out that I could aim, and open the chamber on the pistol. I guess watching Dirty Harry movies paid off to some point. Understand, I have never shot a gun in my life. I wouldn’t mind learning, but I’m in no hurry at this time. I have more pics of the pistol, but I’ll post ’em down the road. But I’ve worked with police officers during my many moons with the Board of Education, and have learned some things as to the laws of the land in regards to gun ownership.
BTW, this bad boy was HEAVY, too!