About 1988 I bought a shotgun because a neighbor kid was causing trouble. I didn't know anything; I bought quail shot. Quail shot won't even penetrate blue jeans. But just buying it was enough: the perp stopped coming around. I never fired that gun, not even once.
I also inherited my brother's rifle. It was fairly old and the stock was made to shoot lying flat on your belly. That's ok because it was too heavy to shoot from any other position. I never fired that one either.
I bought a Glock .40 after we went camping and ended up near a sleuth of bears. That's right, it's not a herd or tribe. It's called a sleuth. One young bear was especially brave about entering our camp. It didn't take much to frighten him off though.
This post was edited by CallMeIshmael at March 22, 2018 7:21 AM MDT