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CAMP GUNFREE.
A common sense and historically proven way to keep those dangerous and destructive GUNS out of YOUR life.
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Concerned about the easy availability of guns in our society?

Alarmed about the "gun nuts" and other freedom wackos the government allows to run loose?

Wish the government would just repeal the Second Amendment and confiscate all the guns because you believe sensible people shouldn't suffer because of some idiotic notion about some antiquated “right?”

While we can't take the guns away from the people, we CAN take the people (or at least SOME of them) away from their guns.

At CAMP GUNFREE, we have created an atmosphere of near-total tranquility where you and your family will experience the benefits of a GUN FREE environment.

The unique main gate at Camp GunFree. Most arriving camp guests never see this view from their comfortable rail cars.

Each of our camps is a gated community designed to keep guns away from camp guests. Firmly enforced security measures ensure that these dangerous and destructive devices are kept outside. Each camp boasts 24 hour, 7 day a week sentries and state-of-the-art enclosure systems, guard dogs, trenches and surveillance equipment to absolutely GUARANTEE that no firearms enter the facility. Rigidly controlled access ensures that no guns can ever be smuggled in.

No cost has been spared to ensure that Camp GunFree remains gun free.

All camp members are given distinctive uniforms to distinguish them from any gun-toting barbarians who might attempt to evade our security measures. Each camp member is also assigned a distinctive ID number to ensure that only the right people are allowed within the camp.

Room and board are provided to each member in exchange for rewarding tasks designed to provide a sense of accomplishment and to demonstrate that large numbers of people CAN exist in a gun violence free community.

Camp members engaged in one of our many fun-filled organized work activities.

The current headlines prompt us to remind you that there has NEVER been a shooting by a student in any of the camp schools and we can GUARANTEE that there never will be!!

For more information, call 1-800-GUNFREE
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(This idea from a pamphlet originally created by The Minnesota Center for Individual Liberty, PO Box 32170, Minneapolis, MN 55432-0170)

I remember the stories my Coon Ass (Cajun Slang) Pappy, down in the bayou of Pointe a la Hache (Hachet Point) Loosiana, used to tell me about duck hunting. He said "U take dat dere shoot gun and kiyow kiyow and shoot dem dere ducks". He told me that the game warden used to come out to his duck blind saying, "Joe, now u know u got a lotta ducks dere". My pappy says "Yep, here's a couple for your wife". "Thank ya kindly Joe". "Ya'll come back now warden, ya hear". We always had duck for Thanksgiving and Christmas. I remember the sound of shotgun pellets hitting the plates during dinner as they were spit out, "Ting" "Ting".

I also used to spend time at the black lady's house next to my Pappy's. Her nickname was Miss Olive (pronounced Oleeve). She used to cook on an old wood burning stove. And man could she cook on that old stove. It was a feast for the senses.

It was always amazing to me how someone could have so little and at the same time have so much. I learned a lot from this old black woman.

In all the time I spent down there, I never heard the "N" word from my grandparents, ever. And all elders whether black or white were referred to as Mr. or Miss, unless you want to meet the dreaded switch from the weeping willow. What I did not like is having to take a bath in the backyard in a tub. :) Although I did learn humility.

What I miss most about that time was the civility in which people lived, both black and white.

Sometimes the simplest things can have the most profound effect on us. I keep that in mind as I go through life and try to live up to the level of dignity that I learned from these people.

My grandmother was the first postmaster down there in Point a la Hache. Both grandparents lived into their 80's. God Bless'm all.