My first rifle

I would like to make another modest request: Newsrooms should also hire a few journalists who aren’t effete liberal p*ssies…

You see the picture above? That’s me on the left. My dad (at the time, a prison guard in Hagerstown, MD) is on the right (give him a break on the glasses, it was the 70s.) Granted, those were probably just BB guns I got for Christmas (maybe Red Ryder bb guns?). There were real guns to come. But here’s the thing, they were always used responsibly — and there was always supervision.

So I’m all for responsible gun ownership and I’m for gradually introducing appropriately-aged kids to shooting. But I still suspect this sort of picture would make some of my sophisticated urban colleagues gasp.