My wife and I moved from the Los Angeles area to the hills of Northern California in 1971, seven miles from the nearest paved road; far enough from any immediate help from law enforcement that the local police told us “Make sure you’re right, and call us when he stops twitching.”
I own five firearms. Each of them has a specific purpose, ranging from bears and deer to varmints and snakes (rattlers and small children don’t mix), to intruders if necessary. The point I’d like to make here is that I’m fully aware that firearms have legitimate uses. Further, I understand that many people enjoy shooting them. I do not. I use my guns only when necessary. I don't like the noise, and I do not enjoy the taking of life from any living creature; I will do so if I have to, but with regret.