Column by Hal Walter
Guns – May 2005 – Colorado Central Magazine
IT’S NEVER TALKED ABOUT in my family, but there was an accident involving a firearm when I was not yet a teenager. Luckily, nobody was hurt.
As I recall, my mother had recently remarried, and my new dad had returned home from a hunting trip. Gleeful at his return, I helped him unpack and carry the gear from the truck in the driveway to the house. There were sleeping bags and other camping gear; the rifles and shotguns were in their cases. And there was a .22-caliber revolver in its holster, with the leather belt wrapped around it. I picked up a long-gun case in my left hand and the revolver in my right.
