This is a place­holder post, kind of, while we trek kids all over MA and while I try to recover from what­ever made me sleep for 19 hours yes­ter­day. Feel­ing like crap, in other words.

My fam­ily owned a lot of guns, but not as many as some other peo­ple I knew, maybe ten or so, which over a life­time isn't many. We hunted, every sea­son, my father and brother and I–at least until I was six­teen or so–with most of our atten­tion paid to deer sea­son. Veni­son is good, you know? If you can it, most flat­landers can't tell it from beef.

Any­way, to my point: maybe this book will scare you, maybe it will make you feel bet­ter, but it seems pretty real­is­tic to me, as com­pared to what the two oppos­ing poles of Amer­i­can pol­i­tics might tell you.

Visit Armed Amer­ica for more pix and stories/explanations.