It's good for the rest of us that you are so willing to share your personal experience of gun ownership. As a person who has never owned a gun and will never own a gun, I'm curious about your experience as a gun owner. Why do you spend your time sitting in a tree with a high powered rifle? And what kinds of things do you do when you are sitting in the tree with your high powered rifle? What do you look at when you're sitting in the tree with your high powered rifle - do you look at your neighbours and their children? Does your gun have a scope on it, or do you look through "sights"? (I don't really understand guns.) What do you think about when you are looking down the length of your gun, or holding your gun close to your body and looking out over the neighbourhood around you? What do your neighbours think about you sitting in the tree with your high powered rifle?
What happens to those who are unarmed and uneducated? Are they shot down by people who are armed and uneducated? Please tell us what happens to them.
I am under the impression that the military and police are not your enemies, but that they are your employees. I think that your tax dollars are paying for them to spend their time preventing people from killing you. Or maybe they have been privatised now? I don't really understand the legalities of it all?
How did you get to know so much about "most people"? Did you ask them? Did you read about them in a publication? Or are you just sharing your personal beliefs about them?
"Wonder why"? I don't know, but I want to understand it. Why didn't you give the explanation in your post? Why don't you tell us why?
The Brady Bunch - I think they are a fictional family in a television show. What wouldn't you put it past them to do? Why did you suggest that they would do something without saying what it is that they would do? Some particular reason?
Why so mysterious? There's so much your post isn't saying - so many questions unanswered.
When I sit in a tree, I am usually aware of movement. It may be a squirrel I can watch awhile. Don't want it to see me, because it will sound an alarm. A Pileated Woodpecker will light on a dead tree, make an awesome noise, and go to pecking while looking for insects. The swamp is coming alive, as I climbed in the dark. An owl might come into the area, looking for breakfast. I may see a turkey run around a swamp head looking behind me, then run. Three minutes later a coyote will come walking by and stop. He is so close I can see him breathing in and out behind his rib cage.
I have sat and watched two fawns playing on an adjacent island in the swamp, wishing I had a recorder. Today is opening day of deer season, but here I sit drinking coffee. I still have venison frozen. I may go fishing this afternoon, hoping to add fresh trout to the freezer. I have had a falcon almost talon my face while slowly turning it wearing a mask. He must have thought my eyes were something to eat. I have had young bucks walk right to my tree and look up at me with a puzzled look. I have had several foxes walk across my path and follow it to my tree(when I had a Jack Russell Terrier. I have watched fox squirrels, even a solid black one, hopping along to another pine tree. They like pine trees.
I feel part of something out there: part of a vast creation of things. They are moving to or from a bedding area or looking for food, just as I. When we get low on venison, I will take a deer home and process it for the freezer. I go through a moment of silence and thanksgiving, just as the Indians we slaughtered did. They lived at peace with nature, and nature provided for them. They wasted nothing. We bury the parts of fish we don't eat under our trees, bushes, and flowers. We feed the buzzards with what we do not eat from the deer. I am a meat hunter, not a trophy hunter. The woods is a part of me I love, as are the rivers and estuaries. I even share with certain friends that enjoy it and cannot go. Yes, it is in my blood. I have removed hooks from soft-shelled turtles on bush lines while others are fishing for catfish. I also hunt with a shotgun, to take ducks, quail, geese, dove, and the likes. We eat the meat. We cast for shrimp, too. No gun: we use a cast net. Being able to experience all these things has been a true blessing.
The Brady Bunch are obsessed.
