Today I participated in a rite of passage that every southern man goes through at some time in their life.
I went gun shopping.
Now, having grown up in the south, I have shot guns before. In fact, I have shot guns of various shapes and sizes. I even own guns. Editor's Note: Don't freak out! One of them was passed down from my Granddaddy and the other is a Red Ryder BB Gun. Both of them are locked up in a closet in my house here in South Carolina.
So, as I was saying, tonight I went with two of my friends who I grew up in youth group with as one of them shopped for his first gun. We held a lot of different types of hand guns. We talked about weights and "stopping power". We heard words like "30 ought 6", "magnum", and "25 minute long waiting period". Editor's Note: Yeah, that last one scared me a bit too.
My two buddies talked guns for the majority of the time we were there. I got into a discussion with the salesman about Dirty Harry...