Ahoy there CpnDave. I read your profile. I hope my dislike for country music doesn'tstands in the way of us becoming friends  I like your hobbies and wish I knew you when  I was a kid, I would love to learn how to hunt. I'm sure I will get around to it. When I was younger (18), I worked all summer and accumulated 1,800.00 working for my uncle. At the end of the summer I took my earnings and purchased a small arsenal of BB guns. I loved my arsenal. I cleaned all my "weapons" kept a pistol under my bed ( watched to many movies lol) and loved to calibrate my rifle scopes as best as I could. I shot a rose off a stem in my neighbors back-yard once. One day I was in my basement next to my Dads bar, just about to clean my small arsenal. My Dad came down for a drink and to see what I was up to. His jaw droped when he saw what I owned but was slightly intrigued. (All my "weapons were modified"lol) He picked up one of my rifles that was nearly equivalent to a .22 caliber. (it was loaded) He pulled the trigger and shot a hole in his bar. After that he threatened to dispose of all my guns. I locked myself in my bedroom for 3 days and bericaded the door. Me and my guns were safe until my Mom cooked my favorite meal (steak, garlic whiped potatoes and new york cheese cake that drew me out of my bedroom. Emberassing but true lol... once I finished scarfing down my meal and returned to my room my arsenal was gone. He gave it to CPD 16th district (I think) and my heart was crushed. One day I will have a better/real arsenal and this time anyone who trys to take it will only get my ammo lol Hope you enjoyed that story. If your interested in hearing another story where I was in church and my pants blew up...drop me a line take care and live forever.