Comments for 3 Thugs And The .22 LR

3 Thugs And The .22 LR

2010-01-19T18:47:05Z

P*WNED

Laugh all you want about the smallness of a .22 LR cartridge. But last week, it saved the lives of a family in Texas. Though the thugs managed to seriously injure the 11-year old in the family. Like the man of the family that he is, he shot back and put one of the criminals in the hospital.

Your Second Ammendment at work.

Story HERE and HERE.

Boq

Comment from Cricket on 2010-01-21

2010-01-21T13:57:19Z

I have often thought about how we treat our boys, and while I have had to curb certain tendencies in order to get my sons to think, overall, they have what comes naturally to men; the instinct and desire to protect what is theirs. Kudos to the mother for raising a good man who did not hesitate to protect his home, and did the right thing at the right time.

Comment from AFSister on 2010-01-20

2010-01-20T16:48:50Z

Wow. What a DUDE. What a lucky mother to have a son like that.

Comment from Argent on 2010-01-20

2010-01-20T11:19:17Z

Must have been an intense moment. I'm glad the brave son is alive. It seems he managed to prevent an ugly event too.

Comment from John of Argghhh! on 2010-01-19

2010-01-20T01:53:59Z

Good on him. I'm thinking to doing the same thing as the Young Man.

Comment from Cricket on 2010-01-19

2010-01-20T01:26:11Z

I agree. A good son and good man. The Engineer has often said 'It isn't the caliber or the gauge, sweetheart. It is the fact that it is a gun."

Speaking of the Second Amendment, the Young Man will be taking that gunsmithing class.
Ironic. He will still be too young to own a handgun or a rifle, but will be certified to work on them.

Comment from CDR Salamander on 2010-01-19

2010-01-20T01:23:13Z

That 11 yr old has earned the title "young man."

Comment from Saker on 2010-01-19

2010-01-20T00:35:10Z

Good for him. I'm praying that he makes a full recovery and grows up to vanquish more forces of evil.

Comment from 11B40 on 2010-01-19

2010-01-19T22:29:59Z

Greetings:

I grew up in the Bronx in the '50s and '60s. My father gave me a Remington 500 rifle for my 12th birthday. It took about 13 or 14 long rifles in its tube. One day a couple of years later, I came home from school to find the front door to our apartment ajar. Knowing that no one was supposed to be home, I asked a neighbor lady to call the cops. I slipped into our fairly large apartment and went directly to my room to get my rifle. I then started to check the rest of the apartment to see if there were any stragglers. When I finished, I was headed back to the front door when two of NYPD's finest arrived. The fatter one asked me, "Is your rifle loaded?" To which I responded in my best New York way with a question of my own, "Are your guns loaded?"

Shortly afterward, my father arrived home from work. The fatter cop, still smarting from my query I presume, accosted my father and asked. "Did you know your son was wandering around the apartment with a loaded rifle?" To which my father replied, I doubt that he was wandering and he knows what to do with a loaded rifle."

Comment from Scott on 2010-01-19

2010-01-19T20:58:17Z

What a good son and man he is