If someone nefarious is climbing through the kitchen window of my log cabin, you're suggesting that I should have to saddle up, ride to the nearest gun range, unlock a safe with I don't know what by lantern light, giddy-up my butt back to my property and then try to load my musket long after all my beef jerky and the missus have been hauled off in my stolen buckboard? You really believe the framers had that in mind for a well-regulated militia?