How Donald Trump Helped Me Buy My Rifle

Preface

My first hunting rifle: Browning Bolt-action 308 Win

My first hunting rifle: Browning Bolt-action 308 Win

A little context before you dive into things. This story is meant to be humorous, tongue in cheek, and is entirely true. By sharing this story, I hope to encourage transparency on all topics. We don’t always have to be politically correct or suppress curious thoughts and feelings. I'm not referencing anything specific rather, but all controversies at hand.

Yes, some serious issues are happening worldwide. Yes, we should care and have a voice, and not forget our privilege to things such as voting or public speech. But does that mean we should forget our sense of humor? Does this mean we should stop being mindful of others or stop loving and respecting our neighbors? And instead look down on others because of their heritage, dietary choices or political views?

Absolutely not—for then we would be the very person we are encouraging others not to become. Instead, I choose to smother my opposition with kindness. 

 
A firm believer in eat what you crave (in moderation): fast food included. 

A firm believer in eat what you crave (in moderation): fast food included. 

How Donald Trump Helped Me Buy My Rifle

My father, oh boy... where do I start with this one.

He came off a boat from a communist country, a dual citizen of Canada and the United States, and lives in sunny California. A lover of  consumerism, Trump supporter, and absolutely refuses to buy anything made in China. He’s religious, old fashioned, and often questions my lifestyle choices. And can’t wait to hear about my newest venture: hunting.

But I’m his only child and therefore he is patient, kind, and always willing to listen to what I have to say. Despite our (major) differences I give him the same kindness, unconditional love, and respect back—even though I don’t support what he believes in, I understand his perspective of things.

Of course, being the traditional man he is, his first objection was that this was no sport for a girl. But being a health nut, name one westerner that isn’t,  I tantalized him with thoughts of organic, free range, non-GMO, hormone-free, wild meat. His second objection was my age (26), shouldn’t I be settling down with kids by now? Why was I spending all my time in the forest? I assured him that I’m in no shortage of bachelors when I decide to finally sentence myself to housewife life... kidding. Lastly, he said hunting was unethical, and that having blood on my hands will bring me bad karma.

Instagram @donaldtrumpjr

Instagram @donaldtrumpjr

Now I of course explained the conservationist efforts done by hunters, and knowing he was a Trump supporter, I may have leveraged that information and mentioned his son was a rather significant member of the hunting community. To really win him over, I showed him a picture of Trump Jr. and his daughter— In which I had commented on how adorable she looked rocking a pink Kuiu sweater.

It just so happened that the one image I had shown, was also the one that Donald Trump Jr. had replied to my comment. I pointed it out to my dad, and I swear I saw the clouds of objection part in his mind. Lord, if I had known he’d convert this easy I would have started with the instagram post. He quickly warmed up to the idea of me hunting, and was determined to make sure I get out there as safety as possible, he even offered to help me pick out my first rifle. He started going off on handguns but I reminded him laws in Canada are a bit different than America. Actually, a lot different, but that’s a can of worms for another day.

And there we have it, thank you Donald Trump for helping me buy my first hunting rifle.  

Jenny