I did the same thing back in Africa not realising that I was a pretty crack shot. I gave the kill to the Africans though. I was also caught in the moment then...the hunt. But Mugabe’s henchmen were everywhere and I was anticipating violence.I had to relinquish my firearms when I immigrated, but I became accomplished with swords, knives, axe, sticks and staff. It is a natural thing for a real man to be accomplished with weapons to protect himself and his family. As well as traps, flame and gas-propellant in makeshift shotguns...let’s call that a potato-gun eh? I think that you have a few tricks up your sleeve my friend besides a gun...I swore off owning firearms after being told that to own a firearm, cops could randomly enter my home.
The point of a weapon is to stop armed home invaders from entering a home.
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It's not about how accurate or devastating you are or aren't, with or without weaponry or otherwise sharpened sticks or big boulders.
It's the ability to kill something.....or not kill something.
Everybody swats at mosquitos and flies, lays rodent traps, or whatever.... but when you've made the decision to take out a mammal or reptile, you'll never be the same.
I took some shitty shots at things in my early teens which I never have been able to bury in my mind because I had the hunt fever. Things I couldn't eat or use or weren't a threat.
I've had no such problems since.
If I need to take something out now, no fucks given.
I wouldn’t have a problem killing someone invading my home, but I’m not a butcher. I would kill them effortlessly and quickly. My favourite close-combat knife being the kukri because how I can reverse-grip it alongside my forearm. Imagine a severe elbow to the side of the carotid but with a kukri. Hahahahahahaa....game over.
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A similar purchase...for chopping grass etc yeah?
I'm not a well trained warrior. I'm just somebody that isn't going to feel remorse for killing something for good reason.
I know how to handle myself in fisticuffs and defensive postures/throws/ligament and tendon pressures, but I'm the first person trying avoid at any cost any altercation.
I'm also good at assessing what's around me or in my home to assist.
In my younger days, I was nuts. Somebody vandalised my property, I would run out fully nude and give chase. If I got attacked by 3-4 coming in from dark angles, I'd use a defeated one as a projectile. If they were getting the better of me, I'd spout some head fuck shit, then demand the one in my grasp squeal like a piggy or lick my ball sweat.
Whatever weapon needed to get the job done.....and it was mostly the mind.