A couple of years ago I did a post on the fact that shooters comprise a brotherhood of sorts, and will often go out of their way to help other shooters who are complete strangers. Here’s an example from New Zealand: Because that country’s gun laws do not permit you to leave your guns in a motel room, Mr. Charles Banks, Esq., and I dropped them off at Manawatu Hunting & Fishing in Palmerston North, where they would be locked up overnight until we took a cab to the airport, at which time we would collect them.
Kerry Macdonald, who is the Director of the store, said why bother with a cab, I’ll take you and the rifles to the airport, which is what he did on a Sunday morning for two complete strangers. I would like to thank him publicly; it was a damned nice thing for him to do.
After we got our passports stamped in San Francisco, we went to customs, where I declared that I was bringing back a rifle. The agent said fine, but don’t you take it out of the case when we check it, we’ll do it. It makes us nervous when people reach for a gun.
“If I did take it out, would you shoot me?”
“We’d think about it,” he said, and we both smiled.
In any event, I kept my hands off my rifle, and they didn’t shoot me.
I find it very encouraging that one can have such a dialog these days. In previous years, I’d probably still be trying to make bail for saying what I did. Bear in mind, however, that I’m so old that I’m obviously incapable of making trouble, so the Customs guy may have cut me some slack on grounds of decrepitude and possible senility.