I imagine it will be, anyway. It’s a Davey Crickett Single-Shot .22, and it's what she wants. . . . She first saw it a year or so ago at a gun show and decided she wanted it—probably because it's pink. Man oh man—those gun companies are full of geniuses!
She still asks about that rifle. The other day she said to me, “Daddy, do you think that pink gun is still there or did someone buy it?” How can you not want to buy your girl a gun when she asks a question like that?
Of course, the fact that it's pink presents a bit of a problem, because her little brother can’t shoot it. It’ll probably have to wait for her younger sister. He'll have to get his own—maybe the rifle with the orange synthetic stock, in honor of the Browns. Then I could paint a nice white and brown stripe right down the top of the stock. Is that sacrilege? In the list of “things not to do to a gun,” embellishing a synthetic stock on a Davey Crickett seems pretty low. Now, if it was a nice wooden stock on a cool "Daddy Rifle"—well, that would be out of bounds.
So: pink rifle? Yeah, I think so. Few things are better than a little lady throwing lead downrange, so why not pink?
Just don’t give it to the boy.
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