4. Okay, I'll give you that. There's an emergency override, the owner's thumb print makes the gun workable and set's off an alarm in the armaments police communications center. If the gun cops find the guns been activating needlessly, big whacking fine. If there's a dead or wounded attacker, rapist, or politician lying on the ground you get a free reset.
Plinking as a kid was the most joyous joy. A Browning "automatic" .22 with scope, and no vermin, quartz rock, or can was safe. Walking through gulleyed ruined land miles a way from home, about 12 years, old with my friend Buddy, through a lespedeza field, we ran into a old dirty countryman armed with a double-barrel 12 gauge with external hammers (though I didn't check) , looked like a runaway from a Georgia mountain horror flick.. Right locale, any way. “My land, git off!.” He raised his gun and buddy and I glanced a second at each other we started started running back the way we came -- zigzagging -- spreading way apart. Didn't look back, but heard two deep booms which speeded us up even more -- laughing like hell.. ..
Years later, walking my land with my Winchester Custom 70 7mm Remington magnum, with soft-point controlled expansion grizzlies -- what --130 grains? shooting groundhogs who made burrows that broke the cattle's legs, I crested the hill with my dog to see three men (two men and a boy) -- 150 yards away shooting targets pinned on my 2ft bh walnut trees (worth thousands each until they fired into them -- armor piercing bullets destroy the veneering knives that the log supplier has to warrant against). I never posted my land. They trespassed and injured my property. I shouted at them to stop and leave. Angry. Intemperate. They swung to face me with rifles in their hands. I chambered a round and fired off-line 20 feet in front of them. I chambered another round and shout "Leave now!" They started running for their truck pulled off on my farm road into my field of beans. I loaded two more rounds into the magazine. I thought that they could fire all day freehand and never hit me. But if they had shot at me, I would have had to take them out. Just for fun, my German Shorthair Graf took off after them. But they ran fast enough to escape. No one laughed as I remember.
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