Jun 25
5 min read
I Am an Irresponsible Gun Owner
The family farm in my childhood didn’t belong to my father, but to my uncle. Until I was old enough to legally hold a job in the town where we lived, I spent my summers on the farm with my cousins.
On the farm, when the chores were done, we would take the guns from the rack in the mudroom and go shooting. We shot cans and bottles or hunted farm pests unlucky enough to be on my uncle’s “okay to shoot” list…
