Gun Huntin’ Rednecks

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So, Emily and I had the privilege of attending a BBQ at our Pastor’s house this past Friday evening. We arrived late as usual and made our way around, chatting about anything that could become conversation. The wife of one of the couples at the party had her siblings staying with her and her husband that weekend, and had brought them along to the gig. I like kids so I made small talk with the eldest boy, named Isaac, and probed his mind to see how far along his 11 year-old mind had come. Pretty bright young lad he was, conducting himself in a grown-up manner with plenty of animation along the way. I found out that his family owns a farm and that the father is a “meat cutter” (same thing as a butcher?). Well, in order to have meat to cut up, one must first subdue the soon-to-be meatlings. Hunt they must.

Isaac adores hunting; turkeys, squirrels, deer, groundhogs, possums, you name it. “What gun do you hunt with?” “I hunt with a .232…blah blah blah.” This child could talk for hours about the white man’s “boom stick” and never miss a beat.

On the way home I asked Emily, “Would you ever find an 11 year-old in England obsessed with guns and hunting?” Her response, “No way!”

How different that is to have in one nation boys utterly frightened by guns and apathetic to the sport of hunting and in another, a West Virginian Isaac going “ballistic” about guns and killing animals with them.

Hunting isn’t just for aristocrats anymore.


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