The guns we loved and lost
No one’s yet founded the Prevention of Unkindness to Guns Society, probably because most of us love our guns with that teenagery intensity once focused on fellow pupils at the school disco.
But there are exceptions. I still recall the horror of a heap of Berettas slung, unsleeved, into the back of a shooting-school pickup. And a friend’s sidelock, made specifically for him by a close friend, rusting away slowly for want of a dab of grease until an accident with a reversing car put it out of its misery. It had been laid on the ground right behind the vehicle.
More commonplace is the
