Rant with Randi: ‘Griffin, get your gun’

There are so many things to say about guns from the shooting of young black men by police, to the shooting our men in blue by groups of black men, random drive-by shootings, and just plain accidents with guns. In other words, I won’t be able to address any of that in this one article.

The way I see it, if we take guns away from the “Good people,” the only people who will have access to guns are the “Bad” guys. You know as well as I know that the bad guys will always find a way to get a gun, which leaves the good guys vulnerable. For obvious reasons, I don’t think that any person should own an AK-47, a semi- automatic, or automatic assault rifle. There is absolutely no argument that you can make to me as to why anyone needs that type of gun. Now let’s look at the average Joe who owns a gun for protection. That gun owner needs a license and registration to own that gun, and hopefully is extremely skilled at using his/her gun. 

My father and I have been arguing about this for the past several years. I grew up owning and shooting guns on our ranch in Texas. I was very comfortable with guns, and gun safety. In fact, everyone I knew owned a gun. It wasn’t a taboo thing to say or discuss, it just was. But once I got married and had kids of my own, I wanted no part of owning a gun. To me, having a gun in my home, with young children, was like an accident waiting to happen. If you want to own a gun for protection, and it’s locked away so the kids can’t find it, then how in the hell are you going to be able to get that gun out of a locked case, load it, and be ready to shoot it, if a burglar or a “Bad” guy, enters your home in the middle of the night? We could discuss this one for a long time. Needless to say, my father thinks I’ve become anti-gun, which isn’t the case. I just don’t personally want one in my home.

Yesterday morning, I was faced with a non-hypothetical, real life situation, and I found myself screaming, “Griffin, get your gun”! Let me explain. 

We live on a canyon, and have been here for about a year. Up until then, it’s been smooth sailing. But for the past several weeks, we’ve been dealing with coyotes that have moved into our hood. We have some very hungry coyotes and they’ve been sniffing around my house in particular. About two weeks ago, they left me the head of a dog, (literally), right outside my house and I believe they were sending me a message – my dogs are next. I immediately bought a pellet gun for my son. The coyotes left us alone for a few weeks, until yesterday. It was 6 a.m., and I let my little Norwich terrier out to pee. Next thing I knew, I heard a noise that I still can’t describe because it was unlike anything I’ve ever heard before. And I wasn’t even sure where it was even coming from. When I opened the door, there was a massive coyote with my dog in his mouth. And that’s when I started screaming “Griffin, get your gun.” There’s so much more to this story, but not enough words on the page.

The point is this. It’s interesting how your perspective shifts when you face reality vs. discussing hypothetical situations. This was a pellet gun and a coyote. But my first instinct was to buy a gun and shoot the intruder. I wonder what actions I would have taken if this were a person invading my home, and my children were threatened. Hypothetically, I still think that unless you are Jerry Miculek, the greatest shooter of all time, it still seems far-fetched that you would have your wits about you to kill or scare off “The bad guy,” but frankly, I’m done with discussing hypothetical situations.

What say you? Email me at www.randiccrawford@gmail.com.

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