I don’t know where the key to the deadbolt is and he refuses to tell me. I think he has some insight that I would get rid of them. I’ve suggested giving them to our son now (40’s), but he says our son will have to wait until he dies.
The irony is that 30 years ago, we moved from Boston to a PA rural county for an excellent job opportunity. The local guys he worked with until retirement were (of course) into hunting, fishing and guns- muzzle loaders, black powder guns, long rifles, etc, etc. Guy group meet-ups at the Grandpa’s hunting camp during this and that season, Guy meet-ups at the nearby State Gamelands Shooting Range, membership in the local private Shooting and Archery Club ranges.
It’s a whole different world neither of us had any idea of and he took to it like a fish takes to water. He was very happy and I tried to be happy for him, he was very very careful about safety, but it was not something I was ever happy with. A friend said to me once, “Why do you let him have those guns?”. My immediate thought was, How nice for you that you have a husband that you can “let” do things, mine would laugh at that idea.