By SHARIE PYKE
My birding buddy and I were out looking for bluebirds recently, high up in the hills above the Yellowstone. We passed a father and his elementary age son practicing with a rifle. Isn’t that nice, I thought. A Montana tradition, out shooting prairie dogs.
We drove on, then decided we were too far from any cedars or pines to find our birds and turned around. This time, I saw the rifle: not a .22, but an assault rifle with a banana clip in place.
I was appalled. But hey, I’m one of those disgusting liberals. Right? Right? (Or maybe I should say left, left.) So I checked with two of my right-wing friends. They, too, were horrified.
“My grandson hunts,” said my friend Kathy, who grew up on a ranch in Stillwater Continue reading >>> Time to get serious about use of assault rifles