On this warm summer day, Patrick was busy with ending his day's chores. His wife was tending to the children, and he was dreaming of all the possibilities a new world could bring with it. But that dream was yet to be born in real life, but there were those who struggled each day to bring that to the land.
As Patrick sets his work tools away, he considers a bit of hunting before sunset. From his work shed closet, he pulls out his most recent acquisition, an affordable used rifle with impressive new features. Patrick marvels at the rifle, and is anxious to take it out. He knows that some of his brethren have also purchased new rifles, some newer and better than his, but Patrick had a budget, and a family, to consider.
Patrick slings to his shoulder his rifle, leaving behind the older .36 caliber he had been using. This one was a smaller caliber, but he knew the newer advantages would prove useful in the field. Patrick also picked up some ammo and headed to the nearby woods.
After Patrick settles into a nice shaded spot beneath an oak tree, he watches for sign of squirrel. Not long to wait, Patrick sights in on gray squirrel, fat for the eating he thinks.
As Patrick began his slow pull on the trigger, he heard a snap of a twig behind him. Peering behind the tree, he sees his friend and neighbor, Bart. Bart by now comes up on Patrick and whispers, "Patrick, we need you to come down to the cross roads. It's time. They are already headed to the munitions storehouse"
Patrick knew. He knew that talks had failed, and it would be no time before the King's army would come to take control of them, and their guns.
Quickly, Patrick picked up that little M1 carbine, and the extra magazines he had, and went with Bart. Bart too was armed with his own rifle, some kind of AR something or other. As they got closer to the crossing, they saw their neighbors also armed and ready. Too late to get the militia's arms from the storehouse now. If you didn't have your own gun, it was too late. The Red Coats had already raided the storehouse and destroyed or collected all the guns in there. Good thing for Patrick, he had already purchased his rifle. It wasn't a big gun, but it could help fend off the Red Coats until more of his neighbors arrived. ..................................
As you have read the above, I ask, is that so out of the imagination that if our forefathers had such access, they wouldn't own such guns? Do you not think they would have armed themselves, for sport, hunting, or protection, with what could have been available if it were today? Or do you think they would have by-passed the M1 Carbine or AR-15, and just bought the .36 caliber, single shot, black power single shot muzzle loading squirrel rifle?
The 2nd Amendment - it ain't about hunting. And just because it was over 235 years ago, doesn't mean there will never be tyrants here again. I happen to believe they're just around the corner!
