Don, I don't need 500 rifles because I have what I have always wanted in the way of target or hunting rifles, all except one mind you and I don't suppose that will be occupying my vaults anytime soon. That rifle by the way is a double gun in a walnut case made by HOLLAND & HOLLAND in a .470 caliber! The last one I priced brought $90,000 US dollars. Cheer's
Well Now, limit it to 500 you say. I don't like the sound of that one bit. No sir, I can in no way be bound by such constraints. Make it 5000 so it could be more manageable. No on second thought I will not allow any constraints on my constitutional rights. I may never reach the 500 gun plateau but I will not stand by and let someone tell me there is a limit on my rights. That would be paramount to telling a journalist that he has the right of freedom of the press up to 500 printed copies. Or telling the Minister that he has freedom of Religion Limited to 500 sermons. Or telling the Activist that he has the right to peaceably assemble but only 500 times. No sir, this is how Dictatorships are started. This is how slaves are made! RESTRICT MY RIGHTS, NOT UNTIL I'M SIX FEET UNDER.
The only person who can restrict my gun buying is my ole lady. And I don't like it one dam bit.
There it sits. Alone and forgotten in a desk drawer or maybe in the bottom of your hunting pack. The lowly compass. Primarily initially replaced by the hand held GPS and now even by the new “smart” cell phones that include GPS, electronic compass – even real time imaging on aerial maps! Once the friend of every hunter and now the companion of few. It is not glamorous or glitzy, that is for sure… no bells and no whistles. Aaaaah, but let’s not rush to forget our...