Today is Bat Mann’s birthday. If you follow this blog you know I refer to Bat as the Gunwriter Assistant. (His real name is Sabastian. His nickname came first and I figured he could use it to his advantage and he does.) He posts targets, retrieves targets, picks up brass and test fires guns for me all the time, without pay. He’s actually writing too. Bat puts together a 200 word sidebar for every First Shots column I write for Rifle Firepower magazine.
At any rate, he turns 12 today. This means he has been hunting and killing stuff for half his life and shooting for 60% of it. He knows a lot of things kids his age don’t. I let him go in late to school today, even took him to Hardee’s for breakfast. After school he has his 2nd of a 3 day hunter safety course. I asked him what he learned on the first day and he said the same stuff you have already taught me. (I must be doing my daddy job right.)
So why am I bragging about my son and his birthday on a blog about guns. Several reasons; Bat is a hunter and a shooter, he’s in the middle of his hunter safety class and that’s what dads are supposed to do. And, you know what?
After three days at the SHOT show in Vegas listening to a collection of Tactards brag about how cool, how bad and how tactical there are, I figured I ought to do a little bragging too.
No, I don’t work for some alphabet agency, a tight T-shirt on me just looks like it is too small, I don’t have an eagle, a gun or a dragon tattooed on my bicep, sometimes my pocket knife is actually in my pocket and I didn’t threaten to beat the life out of anyone or drive my truck really fast yesterday. So, if any of you want to give me any grief about all the stuff I don’t have or didn’t do, that’s fine. Just ignore me or call me Robin. Bat Mann has my back.