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Whenever I see Cousin Cletus here, or one of his ilk, it always strikes me that they have
no clue where the business end of their weapon is pointing. Somewhere out of sight, above and behind your left shoulder is
not the right place for it to be pointed. It's generally considered gentlemanly to make sure that if something goes wrong it's your own foot you shoot, not some random stranger on the balcony next door.
Related story. Many years ago now, in my PC Magazine days we had,
en masse, a couple of days at a country house hotel. We had work to do and people to meet but, as one does, we were planning to have some fun too. Someone had arranged for us to spend the evening, in the hotel grounds, having a semi-virtual clay pigeon shoot. The clay pigeons were real, with reflective strips on them, as were the shotguns, save that they had IR lasers in place of cartridges. From the outside there was nothing to tell you that the shotgun wasn't a live lethal weapon. There were lots of shotguns, enough that each participant could keep one for the duration of the event.
Two people there had prior firearms experience, myself and Guy Kewney, who'd done National Service in Kenya where he originally hailed from. Us two, when we weren't actually on the firing points had the guns broken and held in a cautious fashion. Everybody else (and people were boozing too) were just waving closed shotguns around in every direction, while they were wandering about and chatting to people. Guy walked up to me, commented that I was the only other person with a broken gun, and said "I
know they're safe, I
know that there isn't even the possibility of one of these being loaded, but I'm having great difficulty stopping myself from running away and hiding until someone's taken every gun back from these Bozzos. All my training and my every instinct is screaming at me 'DANGER'." I felt exactly the same.