You folks remember Spock, the pointy-eared Vulcan from Star Trek, right? The dour-faced dude who would go either shocked-indignant or supercilious-sneering when his human starship-mates would do or say something illogical? A heavy dose of “lack of logic” could even make him shiver, shake and get physically ill. Well, he better never time-travel an’ space-warp back to 2006 on planet Earth. His little ears would wither, he’d curl up in the fetal position, suck his Vulcan thumb and weep like a child with a skin’t knee.
Sometimes I feel like joining him, when I’m lookin’ for logic, and finding stuff like this:
A GUNS reader and pal of mine notes in his home state of Oregon, it is clearly unlawful — no exceptions! — to “possess a loaded firearm in a snowmobile.” Another statute makes it a crime to possess a firearm in public buildings such as hospitals, city halls or residences of state officials. But that law then concludes with the sentence, “This restriction does not apply to individuals licensed under Oregon law to carry concealed weapons.” There is no such exclusion appended to the snowmobile law.
My buddy now figures he can legally carry a concealed cannon into the governor’s mansion, as long as he’s not on a snowmobile — but he can’t pack a popgun ’midst the puckerbrush 50 miles from Fort Futterman — whilst schussin’ on his snow-scooter.
This was sorta passed along for comment to an avid shooter, hunter, snowmobiler — and government attorney — in another big-snow state. We asked him if there was any similar silliness in his jurisdiction. He laughed. A week later he called back, and he wasn’t laughing. A thorough examination of several conflicting statutes revealed he had been unknowingly violating the law for years.
It appeared to him that he could legally possess a firearm while sitting on his stationary snowmobile. But the instant he tweaked the throttle and started movin’, he was in violation of the law. He said he could legally sit on his stopped scooter, throw his gun as far as he could, fire up the scooter, catch up to the gun, retrieve his roscoe, and then start all over again. This could make for a long, frustrating day of snowmobiling, not to mention some damage to his fine guns. He didn’t want to be named. Gee, I wonder why? Perfectly logical, huh?