I finally got to walk the schnauzers; Lola was in school and the thermostat dipped below eight bazillion degrees. Circling overhead: the biggest damn bird of prey I’ve ever seen. Its wingspan must have stretched five feet. This after coyotes in nearby hills interrupted my evening cigar with cries that sounded like nothing so much as a poodle getting ripped to pieces. That got me thinking. What if a hawk swoops on one of the girls while they’re exploring the back yard? Shoot it! Only not. I’d lose my gun rights with one trigger pull. So . . . I’m gonna buy me a BB gun and some pepper spray. It’s too bad James Pace Jr. didn’t go through the same thought process . . .
An elderly Connecticut man pestered by a raccoon decided to lie in wait at his New Haven home with a .22 caliber rifle, but ended up accidentally shooting himself after sneezing and falling from his chair.
But it was the revelation that his gun was subsequently seized by authorities that made waves on gun-rights websites.
Not this one. Well, not those type of waves. As washingtontimes.com failed to point out, a .22 caliber bullet can travel a mile before losing lethality. Shooting a .22 caliber rifle in close proximity to neighbors when you’re not in imminent danger or death or grievous bodily harm (and imminence is imminent) is the height of irresponsibility.
And illegal. Which makes his gun evidence. And qualifies Mr. Pace for some IGOTD silver, along with a few younger residents of Elm City.