Posted on 08/04/2019 8:07:05 AM PDT by marktwain
Pastor Phil was not raised with guns. He was raised in Chicago, where guns were associated with crime and gangsters. He did not own a gun until he was in his 60's, after taking the call to become pastor of a struggling church in the North woods of Wisconsin.
The Church has prospered and grown, although it remains small. A parishioner gifted land to the Church. The Pastor and his wife have a small acreage, the Church has a nice new building. Pastor Phil and his wife Kathy, grow a garden for salads and fresh vegetables.
A grateful Christian gave Pastor Phil the rifle. The Pastor was ignorant of guns, and while rich in faith, had little income. A local retired police officer offered free training. That was about a decade ago.
The Garden Gun has seen much in its long-lasting existence. Remington marks their rifle barrels with a month and year code. It was made in 1948, within a couple of years of the pastor's birth. It was made before the Korean War, before Sputnik and the Space Race. It was over 20 years old when an American first set foot on the moon.
When it was made, there were no background checks and no requirements for serial numbers on .22 rifles and shotguns. The requirement for serial numbers was instituted as part of the infamous Gun Control Act (GCA) of 1968. It is one of the millions of guns in the United States that have no serial number and is legally and completely untraceable.
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Proving the term has no meaning at all.
Garden pests probably think so, too. Rats gonna stick together.
I read this yesterday. Pretty interesting.
Hey, he’s practically my neighbor!
Everyone should look to their firearms to see how many are untraceable, or bought before the 1968 GCA became law, or from private individuals.
I own a pre-’68 Sears Ted Williams 20 gauge shotgun that has no serial number.
When I was in the Air Force, I lived in dorm housing and had to keep my personal firearms at the base armory.
The armorer insisted on logging in the shotgun using the Sears catalog number as the serial number.
I still have the Marlin bolt action .22 rifle with a tubular magazine my Dad bought for me in 1957 when I was 11. No serial #.
When were you in? What type dorms? Those 3 story cinder-block jobs?
An 11 year old with a .22? Folks would faint dead-away seeing such a thing, today. I used to walk towards the woods (and my elementary school) with a .22. Put the bolt in my pocket. I remember a cop driving by. No problem. Early ‘70s.
The past tense of give is gave, not gifted - sorry - pet peeve of mine. When I was in school (about the same time as the last of the dinosaurs became extinct) "gift" was a noun as in "I gave you a gift." not "I gifted you a gift." It sounds like some people are over edjumicated or at least want to sound that way - kind of like ebonics.
I have the same rifle with a detachable box mag. It’s labeled Scoremaster #511. No ser#. I’d never noticed before!
The past tense of give is gave, not gifted - sorry - pet peeve of mine. When I was in school (about the same time as the last of the dinosaurs became extinct) “gift” was a noun as in “I gave you a gift.” not “I gifted you a gift.” It sounds like some people are over edjumicated or at least want to sound that way - kind of like ebonics. ............................................
My exact sentiments. Oh, how that stupidity grates upon my ears and soul.
We had gun show and tell in shop class circa 1976. The cops would come by after school and “inspect” our hardware. Now I realize they were politely screening for unstable classmates and making sure the rest of us knew how to properly handle our firearms.
The worse thing to have happened was when someone carved their initials on a bannister. The principal confiscated all of our knives though he did return them at the end of the year. He was a tough old bird and carried a snub 38 all the time. Though not as tough as the marine drill Sargent turned bus driver.
As was explained to me by our attorney last winter when we were revising our Wills, “gifted” has a specific legal definition that indicates the formal transfer of property, especially real estate.
I got my first rifle, a Marlin .22 microgroove, at 12.
A good age for a .22. Or it was. You have to raise a kid well, up to that point. I don’t know what you do with kids raised in a world where you wish guns didn’t exist and want to protect them from disappointment in all realms of life. Even turning a well adjusted kid out into a world peopled with such folks is problematic.
I was in from 1977-1981. At Lackland AFB for basic, it was what was then relatively new two story dorms with half of the lower story a covered exercise pad. The Upper level was split into two bays with open bunking, with the TI's office separating the two. (Of course, no personal weapons there.)
Tech school was at Lowry AFB, Denver CO, and the dorms there were modern four story buildings with two rooms sharing a connecting bathroom. They were exactly like college dorm rooms. I bought my first firearm there, a Ruger 10/22, in 1978.
My working base assignment was Mtn. Home AFB, ID, working on avionics for the F-111A. Dorms there were older 2 story cinder block style dorms, but they had individual bathrooms with showers, not a common shower for the entire floor. That's where I had my Marlin 336C, the Sears Ted Williams 20 ga semi-auto (took a lot of ducks on the Snake River with that 20 ga, outshooting a lot of my 12 ga, 3" Magnum shooting buddies.) In 1980, when I turned 21, I bought a Smith & Wesson Model 19 Combat Magnum with 4" bbl. That was my first handgun.
So one shotgun, one lever action .30-30, one .22LR rifle, and one .357 magnum revolver was the entirety of my arsenal while I was in the Air Force.
Cool. I was in from ‘81-’85. Lackland, Lowry, and Homestead. WCS on F-4 C and D. I didn’t buy any firearms, but regret it. It was Miami’s cocaine cowboy days, and the gun shops had lots of cool toys. A guy in the dorm pawned me jis H&K 91 a couple of times. I kept it in my wall locker. The reason that I asked about the dorms was that I recently learned the medicine cabinet in the dorms at Homestead were remove able. The setup was a bit like Lowry...a bathroom between two rooms. The medicine chest came out so that a plumber could get in the hole and work on the pipes. I guess a few guys knew about it and hid stuff in there. Nobody I knew had a clue.
Once at Lowry, I walked through the bathroom while the yellow rope in the adjoining suite was taking a shower, locked his bathroom door, went out his room door, locking it, and came back in my door. Had to go to CQ to get him back in his room. I guess it was a security thing, but it was possible to trap someone in there.
I got a .22 for my twelfth birthday and my buddies and I would shoot in our backyard - in Nassau County NY.
Times have changed.
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