Or Why I Carry a Gun, Reason 1157.
So, last night. Let's see. At about 1:15 a.m. I was woken up by the dulcet sounds of gunfire.
First off, I'm not exactly the lightest of sleepers. I snore. I enjoy my sleeping. I don't want it interrupted. But none the less, there I am, jarred awake by the sounds of gunfire loud enough to do that. It was close. And I'm not talking about a stray shot or a couple of firecrackers. I'm awake enough to remember a few strings of shots, like pow powpow... pow pow pow powpow... powpowpow..., so I know there had to be at least a few shots before that before I was conscious enough to start recording.
So, just like in the Christmas Carol, I sprang from my bed. And made sure I had my 1911 loaded with a spare mag by my head and then I went and got the two loaded mags I had for my M14, loaded the rifle and set it and the spare mag by my bed. And then I waited. No screeching tires, no sirens, no investigating police. I finally fell back asleep around 3:30.
It's nice to know my neighbors care. Tonight, I'll have my AR with the EOTech sight set for low light ready.
And screw you Chad, there's no way in hell I'm going out "hunting" like you suggested.