When I was a kid, I received my dad’s old hunting rifle for Christmas. “Gold Trigger” so named because the trigger was a golden color, was one of the coolest gifts my dad ever gave me, but it was more than just a gun, it was a coming of age gift.
My dad was telling me that in his eyes, he thought I was becoming a man. It’s a very special moment for a boy.
But the great thing about getting a gun for Christmas wasn’t just the fact that I was getting a gun, I was also getting instructions and a mission. The mission was to use the firearm to hunt and acquire food for our family. That, in and of itself, is a very important thing because it places an ancient responsibility on your shoulders and one that many boys want to have. To provide.