amancalledpony's blog post - Joe Bidening

I read an article yesterday where Joe Biden said a shotgun is better protection than an assault rifle. Because most people can't really handle an assault rifle. Then he mentioned a double barrel shotgun which took me back to being a small lad.
Now I learned how to handle a gun almost before I could walk. I know I couldn't hold a rifle cuz there were pictures of me at age 3. lol But as soon as I could handle a girl gun (.410 shotgun) I was in the field with my dad. And damn I was pretty good once I got there. First time out bagged my limit on rabbits (plus put a few round into the ground). (Image if you will, a muchkin with ears like Dumbo, skinny arms and legs, a tummy that looked like someone stuffed a basketball in it, who could hardly lift the shotgun. No wonder I limited out - fucking animals were laughing themselves senseless at the sight of me.) My dads friends called me the bunny hunter after that. Then made jokes about Chicago. I got my share of possum and squirrels in hunts after that. Of course, I constantly wanted a bigger gun. Dad said in due time I could use the 20 gauge.
Well right before the deer season opened when I was either 6 or 7, dad and I went hunting squirrel. I remember it was crap weather but the trees were clear of leaves so I finally got to shot a rifle. I was horrible. Couldn't hit the broad side of a barn. I was not used to having to be accurate. Dad gave me the 410 then I limited out. When dad was one short of bag limit, he said lets go back to the car. Then he took out the side by side 10 gauge. Now dad normally used a 16 gauge for rodents, maybe a 12 or a 22 rifle. He handed the gun to me with two shells. Then he smiled. "Get the last one". Well it was lock and load for this kid. LOL
I saw the squirrel in the tree, not that far away. Not even 10 yards out and 10 feet up. I pulled the gun up, got the pad nestled in my shoulder, sighted in then BLAM!!!!
I have no idea how many fucking times my ass flew over my head and vise versa. It was an acid trip before LSD was a cultural phenomenon. All I remember is I ended in a ditch hurting like hell. Felt like my right shoulder was blown off. My head had rocks rattling in it. I couldn't hear a fucking thing except for ringing. My ass was possibly still lost in space. Then I looked up to see my dad. Laughing his fucking ass off. A big wet spot in the front of his pants. He had peed his pants laughing at my misfortune!!! That was the only time I wanted to beat the shit out of my dad. But I couldn't move at that moment.
Once I recovered, but still pissed off, we hunted for the squirrel. Lets just say that little rodent did not make it into the stew pot. I was on target. Not only for the squirrel but a good portion of the tree too. Glad I didn't have to pull shot from either of them. I did not talk to my dad all the way back home...
When we got home my mom knew I was pissed about something. Dad tried to tell her what happened but started to laugh again. When I told mom, in a sputtering - fast paced voice I am sure, she went ballistic. At least dad had time to change while I ranting and raving. lol I am sure my dad got nothing for a while. I know she didn't talk to him for a couple days. Nor did I.

When I finally talked to dad he told me he did it to show the power of a weapon (his words). I needed to respect it. I was not controlling the rifle. I had to be accurate with it, I wasn't so it controlled me. Then the 410 made me feel like a king. He gave me the 10 gauge to remind me the danger inherent with firing any gun when you are not able to handle it.
So I agree with our VP. A double barrel shotgun is likely a much better choice when the zombies come, you have survived an earthquake but the looters are down the block or if someone is in your house. You will hit your target. Accuracy is not required at close range. But if you don't shot a gun on a normal basis. Be prepared for the results. So think before you go Joe Bidening.