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None of my .22s had names or genders. Of a dozen or so .357s, only Buddy, my current EDC, a SW 686 snubby with Crimson Trace grips, has a name or gender. My first two .44s were nameless and genderless. My third .44 was a girl gun, Tanstaafl, Tansy for short. She was a 6" Colt Anaconda. Tanstaafl stands for "There ain't no such thing as a free lunch." It was a common saying among the moon colonists in Heinlein's SF classic The Moon is a Harsh Mistress. Tansy is a poisonous weed that can kill livestock who eat it. Tansy was lovely to shoot but heavy to carry. She was my first gun with a name and gender. My SW 629 8 3/8", Belle, is very feminine. Sleek and beautiful. I thought maybe all the .44s were female. But then along came Thumper, my 9 1/2" Ruger Super Redhawk. He's all male. The first time I held him I thought "Wow this gun would be deadly even unloaded. All you'd need to do is backhand the bad guy and thump his head with the front sight."
It seems to me that some guns are basically just useful tools, and others want a more personal relationship. Those that want a more personal relationship seem to tell me their name pretty early. Often when I was on the way to trying to buy some entirely different gun, which didn't happen.
It seems to me that some guns are basically just useful tools, and others want a more personal relationship. Those that want a more personal relationship seem to tell me their name pretty early. Often when I was on the way to trying to buy some entirely different gun, which didn't happen.
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