posted on Sep, 11 2012 @ 03:58 PM
I believe his story. The reason that I believe him is because, several years ago, I had something happen to me that makes his story look like
nothing. I was on a Rifle Team in High School and I shot in competitions during my time in the military. My nephew was getting to be old enough that
he could try out for the team. During the Summer, I took him to the range to teach him how to shoot. He got pretty good at it and liked it. Once
school started, he got the "What I Did on My Summer Vacation" writing assignment. He wrote about learning how to shoot and how much he liked it.
About two weeks after he wrote the paper, my Sister called me at work, to tell me that the County Children and Youth authorities came to her house,
demanding to see how her guns were stored. They had a copy of my Nephew's assignment in their hands. My Sister let them search the house because
they had a Court order authorizing them to remove my Niece and two Nephews from the house until they could get a search warrant. When they found
nothing, they asked her where the gun was that my Nephew used during the Summer. She told them that I had it at my house. That seemed to satisfy
them and they left
The following Saturday morning, I woke up with somebody pounding on my door. It was the CYA people. They wanted to see how I stored my guns. I
replied "get a warrant" and closed the door. An hour later, they were back, with a warrant and a State Trooper. I asked the cop what was this all
about and he told me that they were prepared to get a Court order that would prevent me from having contact with my niece and nephews. I could tell
that the cop felt pretty much the same way I did, but, he was just doing his job. I asked him if I had to let the CYA people in or could I just show
him where my guns were. He told the CYA people to stay where they were at and he came in with me. We got a cup of coffee and I showed him where my
guns were stored. We drank the coffee, argued about the differences between a .40 cal S&W and a 9mm, he dry fired my Beretta 92 and dry fired his
Sig. After about an hour, we went out and he told the CYA people that he had no problem with how i stored my guns and they could get off of my
property since their job was done. He left his card in case they came back to give me anymore crap.
I looked into how they were allowed to do something like this and found out that the laws in my State allowed them to get away with anything that they
could get a Judge to give them a Court order for and they had a tame Judge. Well word got around between a few Sportsman's Clubs and Volunteer Fire
Departments and the Judge got blown away at the next election.