Come and listen to a story about a man named Jed. Poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed. Then one day he was shootin’ at some food, and up through the ground come a bubblin’ crude. Oil that is, black gold, Texas tea…so, Jed Clampett, Granny and the kin-folk set off to the Alaska interior. At Pleasant Camp border station, the agent asks them several questions, most are logical, except two. Out of nowhere, Mr. Clampett is asked, “How many guns do you have at home”? and, “When was the last time they were in your truck”? Jed looks confused but politely answers, “Jes ma ol’ shotgun at home, had it in my truck when I was out huntin’ fer some food. Granny leans over and says to the agent, “What in tarnation you askin’ such ah dang silly and illogical question like that fer”? “It only matters whut’s in our truck now, not whut wuz innit yesterday. Next, ya’ll want to know how many knives we got in the kitchun. Well, taint nun ah yer nozy bizniss”!!! Yep, you’re right Granny. The border has no right, or need to know how many guns people have in their homes. What matters is if you have any weapons in your vehicle when crossing the border, or if you’re carrying more than $10,000. Please stop with these illogical questions.
P.S. Canadian border agents…FYI, the majority of Alaskans have guns in their homes.
Tod Sebens