Remembering Neil Trask
I was thirty-something years old when I got the idea in my head, “What would I do if someone kidnapped me and I could get their gun away from them? I don’t know how to shoot.” I’m almost certain my concern was from watching way too many episodes of Criminal Minds, but that didn’t matter. I immediately went to my Daddy for advice. He was like, “Sugar, I’ll give you one of my pistols. It needs some work, so you get it repaired and you’ll have a gun.” Well, that gun was a .32 caliber Smith and Wesson revolver that was in 4 pieces, wrapped in a waxed paper-like thing and looked like it had spent 10 years soaking in Dr. Pepper. It was sticky and nasty. Determined, I asked another grown up, “How do I get this thing fixed?” The adult was Neil Trask, who sent me to Ricky’s Gun Shop/Shooting Range in Burton.
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