麻豆视频

Growing up on a farm and seeing as I have no brothers, my dad was kind of forced to raise my older sister and I like boys. That is in the sense of activities around the farm and things we were taught to do.

One of these things included firing guns. I remember my dad used to hunt on occasion when I was quite young, but this waned and we ended up only really going after gophers in the end. After I got my Hunters Safety Certificate he asked if I wanted to go hunting, but I never had the urge to ever kill a deer.

They're a beautiful animal in my opinion, however, if it meant eating or starving I would be able to shoot, but since this is not the case I'd rather just let the animal be.

Gophers, however, became the enemy on our farm. They'd eat our fields and I remember driving around checking crops with dad, you could easily tell which holes gophers were active in with the area of crop they had been eating.

After making mental notes of where gophers were, and if they were in a safe location to be fired at, we would head out for awhile. The warm air on your back and the stillness while sitting and waiting with nothing but the sounds of nature, it was quite serene. We would go shoot at a range as well to hone our skills.

The other day was my first opportunity in a couple years, however, to fire a few rounds. After we sold the farm and I moved away the opportunity just isn't there like it used to be.

On the farm we mostly shot rifles, but the other day I was taken to a range with a friend to shoot hand guns. After going through safety and proper protocols in both handling and firing them I had the opportunity to try.

They fired a few rounds to start off with and I watched, but the thing that first stood out was the smell. I might be a little weird, but the smell of gunpowder is one of my favourite things besides the smell of campfires and it brought me back to being on the farm, it was nostalgic.

I personally enjoy shooting. It takes concentration and practice like anything to get good at it, but it's actually quite calming. Sure there's a loud bang involved, but before that you aim. You become aware of your breathing, which turns into a slow and steady rhythm, and then you squeeze the trigger.

These activities made me start thinking about my views on firearms. I personally don't have an issue with them, but the safety courses including Hunter's Safety and the federal Possession and Acquisition Licence are important parts in being able to obtain a firearm.

They shouldn't be available to just anyone, having the proper training in them is extremely important and the Canadian government does its best to ensure this through requiring proper instruction in them.

Canada's rules and regulations concerning the ability to purchase or possess firearms is quite significant. Restrictions in some form are at least put on them making it more difficult to purchase firearms, unlike the United States which has a gun culture I don't quite comprehend.

The United States apparently has 89 firearms for every 100 residents, which makes them the best-armed civilian population in the world. Canada in relation comes in at approximately 31 firearms per 100 residents.

In the end, though, whether I can understand their gun culture or believe the Canadian system works, guns can be extremely dangerous. This, however, can be said about a pit bull or other "vicious dog." The thing is, it's mostly in the owner of the animal. Some dogs may be more vicious than others despite proper training and this goes for any breed, while most dogs regardless of their breed are influenced by their owners in my opinion. This I believe is similar to firearms; it all depends on the owner.