I read an article about a legendary Utah firearms instructor, Robbie Robertson. I think you will like him too.
“Who is the person most likely to shoot you?”
“Is it the bad guy?” he asks as the nine people taking his gun safety class proceed to think and ponder. “Is it your wife?” he further suggests, in obvious jest, before adding, “I’ve got enough guns. I figure by the time she’s decided which one to use she’s over being mad at me.” Finally he answers his original question.
It’s you, you’re the one most likely to shoot you.
And with that, he is off and running, once again, and for about the millionth time, sharing the unmitigated passion about guns, and about gun safety, that he’s been packing around since he was 6 years old and his dad gave him a .22 so he could shoot rabbits for dinner.
No one gets out of his class with their concealed permit signed without subscribing religiously to his four commandments of firearm safety:
He adds a fifth law: when you’re not using them, lock them up.
“You can’t hide them,” he says, “where the kids can’t find them.”
That would have been in the 1930s, the heart of the Great Depression, when Robbie and his older brother Lee grew up on the dry farms of West Jordan.
“So I’ve been a gun nut ever since I was a little guy,” says Robbie, smiling.
Read more via About Utah: A gun nut, and a safety nut too | Deseret News.