I don’t mean to sound like a jerk, but I’ve never been a big Thanksgiving fan. I do like gathering with the family or friends, or whoever we end up spending the day with. But I’m not a big fan of turkey, I don’t like green beans, and cranberries make me gag. Besides, several years ago, I locked myself in a torture chamber – what other people refer to as a gym – every day for months on end to lose weight, and now the thought of eating until it hurts gives me nightmares.
True, I get the day off from work, so that’s a big mark in Thanksgiving’s favor.
I’ve gone along with the whole Thanksgiving thing all my life, though, because it is a good excuse to get together with family members or friends you haven’t seen in a while, and I do try to think about all the many things I have to be thankful for. But this year, I added a new wrinkle to the Thanksgiving activities that I hope sticks and becomes a tradition.
Technically, it was a couple days after Thanksgiving, but we can work it in any day of the week of Thanksgiving, and it should be fine. This year, on the Saturday after Thanksgiving, I went down to a local gun store and bought myself a new rifle.
I’m thinking next year, maybe I’ll finally get that over-and-under I’ve been dreaming about for pheasant hunting. And the next year, it could be a new Weatherby Vanguard in .300 Winchester Mag. There’s still plenty of room in my gun safe for more guns, so this new Thanksgiving tradition could go on a while before I need to get a new safe. Unless I can convince the wife that it should be a tradition to get a new gun each Christmas, too, and maybe each birthday, as well. Then, maybe we can start a Leap Day tradition of getting another safe.
Welcome to the holiday season, everyone. I hope your holidays bring you all the guns you can fit in your safe.
