Okay, one quick story before I get back to my reports...
At the beginning of each class session for my Coun. 208 course, we all do a little routine where everyone "checks in." This is where we get to share anything we feel like sharing with the group. Anyhthing from, like, a bad day to a ticket that you got on your way to class. Whatever, basically. Well, this is where I decided to talk about my AR and the great groups that I had shot at the range during the weekend (I know, I know...talking about guns in such a touch-feely environment. What was I thinking!) So anyway, I went on to explain what a great satisfaction I got out of finally sighting in my rifle and how "fun" it is to go out to the range. My fellow students were interested, but my professor wasn't too amused, I think. From out of nowhere, he started talking about a childhood memory where he, his dad, and a friend of the family were out in the country shooting. Well, I guess they came across a jack rabbit and his dad told him to shoot it (LOL!). Reluctantly, he blasted our furry little wabbit, which let out a hair-raising squeal, according to my professor. He then stated that because of this experience he didn't care too much for guns and that he didn't know why anybody needed an UZI for target practice anyway. I was stunned and felt somewhat awckward, cuz now I kne this guy probably wasn't too pro-gun (what gave that away?)and probably frowned upon my choice of rifle. But I held my composure [stick](I was pissed by his UZI remark), and invited him to go out to the range, assuring him that we wouldn't shoot any furry creatures.[kill] He smiled and declined the offer like I knew he would. He's an intelligent guy and a great therapist, but his remark just blew it for me. No wonder California is in so much trouble. With yahoos like him, who needs anti-gun organizations!