I did a quick search of the phrase "Right of Passage" and it was mentioned once in another INGO post.
I recall about 50 or so years ago for Christmas that under that Christmas Tree all wrapped up pretty was a brand new Marlin 39. It was an acknowledgement that my folks thought I was a mature enough and had proven myself capable in handling a firearm safely, only to be followed up with a Ruger Bearcat. There were other rights of passage too like my first jackknife and my dad handing me the keys to his 1970 Triumph Bonneville and my mother allowing me to take her car on my first solo run. It wasn't unusual in the Ag school I went to to find a gun in the back window of a pickup truck. Even the shop teacher had a 22 in his office that was used to dispatch a steer or cow in the shop; part of our ag training was butchering. We'd have that beef quartered in the cooler before 8 am. I'm willing to bet that many of you in the same age group had similar experiences growing up. Come to think of it no one ever had a problem with a bunch of kids heading to the local dump with BB and pellet guns to shoot rats. Even back in the 60s I had to attend a NRA Hunter's Safety course and I still have that original sew on badge. Growing up in the 60s was great, us kids were chased out of the house and told not to come back to dinner time or we'd miss dinner and it was up to us to keep ourselves entertained. I have to wonder if there any rights of passage for boys and young men today? Why there was even a Right of Passage in boot camp. Do you have a story that you'd like to share? Enough ramblings...
Life is a Right of Passage.
I recall about 50 or so years ago for Christmas that under that Christmas Tree all wrapped up pretty was a brand new Marlin 39. It was an acknowledgement that my folks thought I was a mature enough and had proven myself capable in handling a firearm safely, only to be followed up with a Ruger Bearcat. There were other rights of passage too like my first jackknife and my dad handing me the keys to his 1970 Triumph Bonneville and my mother allowing me to take her car on my first solo run. It wasn't unusual in the Ag school I went to to find a gun in the back window of a pickup truck. Even the shop teacher had a 22 in his office that was used to dispatch a steer or cow in the shop; part of our ag training was butchering. We'd have that beef quartered in the cooler before 8 am. I'm willing to bet that many of you in the same age group had similar experiences growing up. Come to think of it no one ever had a problem with a bunch of kids heading to the local dump with BB and pellet guns to shoot rats. Even back in the 60s I had to attend a NRA Hunter's Safety course and I still have that original sew on badge. Growing up in the 60s was great, us kids were chased out of the house and told not to come back to dinner time or we'd miss dinner and it was up to us to keep ourselves entertained. I have to wonder if there any rights of passage for boys and young men today? Why there was even a Right of Passage in boot camp. Do you have a story that you'd like to share? Enough ramblings...
Life is a Right of Passage.