The conversation was about internet marketing and it was with my friend Jon Gibbon of armslist.com. Then out of the blue Jon asked me “If you could only have one gun the rest of your life what would it be?” “Hmmm…I guess it would be my Remington 870.” I figured I could hunt big and small game, defend the home patch and nothing stops like a 12 gauge slug. You can stop a charging dump truck with a 12 gauge slug.
Then the conversation moved to: What would you take if you could only have five guns the rest of your life? Yes, I know this is America, and we have the luxury of owning as many guns as we would like. I’m a person that gets a Christmas card from Ruger. I have four 30-06’s and was disappointed that in 2006 there wasn’t a parade in honor of its 100th anniversary. I’m still a little bitter that there has been no national celebration for the Model 1911 last year. I digress, but you get my point. Guns mean a lot to me. But, what if you could only have five?
My thought process immediately went to what I would have to exclude. How could I leave out the 1943 Walther P-38 that my father left to me when he died? He first showed me that pistol when I was four years old. The first real big gun I shot was a 1940 Springfield 1903 at the ripe old age of nine. It belonged to my friend’s dad, and he gave it to me when I graduated from college. These aren’t just mere guns; they are a part of my blue steel family. I’d rather eat a stink bug everyday for the rest of my life than part with them.