I used to work on a gun range, and I got to love the smell of gunpowder in the morning.
You know, birdshot can only penetrate the human epidermis for approximately 95 meters on a regulation charge.
But it stings like hell up to 130, this I know.
That's always an awkward call to mother..."Hello? Yeah, some redneck shot me in the ass today. What's for dinner?"
Never a serious injury from stray shots, though a trap (target launcher) sent a buddy to the hospital.
How's that for irony?

Ghost, it isn't that I want to kill or protect myself thereof, it's that guns go boom, and also provide a better way to get rid of the old (or new) TV if there's room in the van before work.

In the end, just remember two timeless quotes:
"My name's Petey the Pistol! If you squeeze me, I make bad people go away!"
and
"Did you know Jesus and Moses used guns to conquer the Romans?"

Do you think any wife might let me name my kid Turdfurter Von Petrovich?