Where is Homeland Security When You Need Em?

My Father carried a rifle or shotgun every day of his kidhood. He lived at dam sites in the woods and he and his best friend wandered the woods. The rifle/shotgun was to (1) get food and (b) avoid snakes. When we cleaned out his apartment my Brother and I dug out an assortment of a total of six rifle/shotgun combination. My Brother didn't want them. I didn't want them. However, Baby Boy had expressed an interest so we decided to give them to him. So I threw the weapons into the back of E's SUV, covered them with a blanket, and drove up to Baby Boy's town. Took him to dinner and afterwards met in the parking lot of the neighborhood grill and bar. It was twilight as we moved the weapons from my vehicle to his. At one point in time as I passed a rifle to him I yelled "Allah u Ahkbar". He held the rifle up and pumped it up and down.
Empress was not amused.