Just over a month ago I posted a story about me checking out bumps in the night with a pistol on my belt.
The other night we’re sitting in the living room, it’s dark out, and I we hear a thunderous BOOM from maybe 2 houses down the road. I know that sound: It’s a shotgun of some sort. Theresa looks at me, I say, “It’s just a shotgun.” and go about my business. We hear it again a minute or so later. I suspect it was the finishing shot on a varmint in a neighbors yard.
I expect that kind of thing in this area. It doesn’t freak me out at all.
I get concerned only when I hear noises that I can’t explain away with great certainty. If one were to listen to the anti-gun camp you’d think I’d just be itching to actually run off and grab my shotgun at the drop of a hat. That isn’t the case, not even when I know without a doubt that there’s been a gun discharged within my vicinity.
