With all these drones flying about all over the place, honing our clay pigeon shooting skills might be a good idea.
Back in the day, almost every home had a shotgun. It’s such a versatile weapon. Apartment dwellers love it because it minimizes the risk of over-penetration while remaining lethal at close quarters.
Hunters love it for bagging birds. Patriots love it for dropping drones. The smaller .410 cartridge was always great for plinking and vermin control but now, joy of joys, they make .410 defensive loads. This may not sound exciting, but to an older woman with a touch of arthritis, it’s a blessing from the God of Ballistics.
I don’t claim to be an authority on guns. I am simply a strong supporter of the Second Amendment and someone who believes that it is every citizen’s duty to budget for proper firearms instruction, training and coaching. In the hands of trained person, a gun is a useful tool. In the hands of a tool - it’s less than cool.
Back to the drones. Am I concerned? No. Whatever blue beam type shenanigan they have up their snotty little sleeves is just another distraction. As someone who smoked cigars said once upon a time, “You won’t win the war if you stop to kick every dog that barks.”
Besides - they could well be ours. Woof.