So there I was looking to restock my roundball inventory before
the season starts on Saturday. I notice this 8 or 9 year old kid
eyeballing the various Hawken type guns on display in the rack.
As is usually the case in this day and age, the child is on the
under-disciplined side of well behaved, but I have seen worse.
Anyway he REALLY wants to handle the hawken and the task of watching
him seems to have landed on his grandfather. Since I find his
interest in the traditional rifle curious, I decide to observe how
this plays out. Once allowed to handle the Hawken, the youngster
decides he needs this rifle.Granddad offers that Christmas is coming
up but the decision must rest with his father, who is nearby oogling
the space-age products some people like to call muzzleloaders. It
appears that there is no problem with the child owning a gun, that
the possible hangups are price or other practical reasons. So far,
so good. Eventually Dad himself is beckoned over to judge on the
matter, and he promptly declares with a furrowed brow that indeed,
"Christmas is coming", "but WE don't want one of these old fashioned
guns, were getting you a high-tech gun." The Hawken is then returned
to the rack and the child is dragged by the arm down to a row of
inlines. Lost another one.
the season starts on Saturday. I notice this 8 or 9 year old kid
eyeballing the various Hawken type guns on display in the rack.
As is usually the case in this day and age, the child is on the
under-disciplined side of well behaved, but I have seen worse.
Anyway he REALLY wants to handle the hawken and the task of watching
him seems to have landed on his grandfather. Since I find his
interest in the traditional rifle curious, I decide to observe how
this plays out. Once allowed to handle the Hawken, the youngster
decides he needs this rifle.Granddad offers that Christmas is coming
up but the decision must rest with his father, who is nearby oogling
the space-age products some people like to call muzzleloaders. It
appears that there is no problem with the child owning a gun, that
the possible hangups are price or other practical reasons. So far,
so good. Eventually Dad himself is beckoned over to judge on the
matter, and he promptly declares with a furrowed brow that indeed,
"Christmas is coming", "but WE don't want one of these old fashioned
guns, were getting you a high-tech gun." The Hawken is then returned
to the rack and the child is dragged by the arm down to a row of
inlines. Lost another one.