Out of curiosity, what is it above guns you love so much?
I have thought about that a lot and am not sure I know the answer. I had super toy guns as a child and loved playing war and cowboys and Indians. I used to shoot a pellet gun with my father by the time I was four. There was a pearl handled 38 revolver I used to sneak out and look at sometimes when nobody was around and I had a shotgun and a lever action 30 ought six in the garage I could dig out and mess with that belonged to my Mother’s father who was a horse thief. I think I liked the feelings of forbidden danger and mystery and intreague that accompanied all of this.
Also, I have a deep sense of reverence for objects of art, their physical proportions and beauty, that coupled with the a seeming innate mechanical aptitude that leads to a love for machines. I have the same love for old cars.
My guess is that the thought of owning guns makes me feel safe even though the ones I own are not anyplace I can get to them. They are put away and I rarely ever see them. Call it a placebo thingi.
Three or four months back I spent hours on line learning about the AR 15. But guns cost money and I can better use what I have since I spend a lot taking care of relatives in need.
If I lived in the country on acreage, I would definitely get an Olympic type rifle for plinking. I used to do archery but traffic and distance to a range are no longer impediments I will ignore.