Reaction to my book, Arms, has been predictable: the NRA slagged it, without reading a word, on the basis of a second-hand summary. Comment wars erupted online. And I received an entertaining stream of insults: tool, pompous turd, quisling, dirtbag, idiot, ignoramus and, most of all, fudd — gun culture’s very own epithet for a gun owner who betrays the cause. 2015 December 21, “Excerpt: How Canadians helped create the NRA”, in The Toronto Star:
The most common American hunting lever-gun cartridge is irrefutably the ubiquitous .30-30. Due to its prevalence among farmers and those with no interest in firearms outside hunting, it has been unfairly typecast as a “fudd caliber” for years. 2015 July 8, “Henry .30-30 H009 Rifle”, in Outdoor Hub:
Synonym of fuddy-duddy.
We can conclude that whatever happens personally and within the family this pastor has come to terms with his vocation as seen in his phrase "a lifestyle of two old fudds." 1991, Paul A. Mickey, Ginny W. Ashmore, Clergy families: is normal life possible?, →ISBN, page 48:
No offence but you're a shite keeper and they're all fudds. 2004, Douglas Maxwell, Mancub, →ISBN, page 44:
The Marauders broke the oath of silence. His mother had come into the bathroom too quickly; Father was stern. "I didn't do it," he cried. Eddie is a fudd. 1964, George Deaux, The Humanization of Eddie Cement, page 87:
"I gotta teach you to quit being a big fudd." "A fudd? What's that?" "A fudd is somebody that sits around and complains when he should be out having a good time. 1983, P. J. Petersen, The boll weevil express: a novel, →ISBN, page 113: