Showing posts with label guns. Show all posts
Showing posts with label guns. Show all posts

Friday, April 27, 2012

Packing Heat

My husband left on Wednesday afternoon and will be coming back tonight.  He's had to go upstate a few times for job training, but this was the last time.  I've missed him terrible each time (Military Wives...go ahead and start playing the world's smallest violin concert) and am so glad that the job-training that requires overnight trips is behind us!  =)  

I've showed y'all our house.  It's huge.  And when the hubby leaves, it feels so empty and scary.  I have a secret to feeling safe though....   


Don't pick on me because it's pink.  It's still a gun.  It's still a .32 (which mean's that it's strong enough to kill with).  


My gun is small enough to easily conceal.  In South Carolina it is legal to carry a concealed weapon if  the gun is registered, you are 21 years of age or older, you've taken the course and have your Concealed Weapons Permit (CWP), and follow the rules you learn in the CWP course.  


I know that gun-control is an issue for many people.  I actually have a very close friend who is adamantly against guns and doesn't like me having a gun of my own.  My honest opinion?  Guns are great to have - especially for women.  It makes me feel safe when my husband is away, it makes me feel safe when I'm traveling even a few miles down the road, it makes the people around me feel safe, and it makes me smart.  (Not to say that people who don't carry guns aren't smart.)

The law in South Carolina says that I can't just shoot somebody.  If someone breaks into our house, unarmed, and I shoot him....I'll go to jail.  You know what?  I'll take my chances.  If someone breaks into our house, he or she has a death wish.  Just saying.  If someone breaks into our house, I'm not going to ask the criminal if he or she is armed and I'm certainly not going to trust their answer, regardless of what it is.  If someone breaks down our door or busts through a window to get inside our home in the middle of the night,  I'm going to boldly assume that they aren't dropping by for a visit or a spot of tea.  They will either kill me or I will kill them.  Those are the options.  Because, let's face it, I'm a pretty decent shot.  ;)   If I miss, I'm going to keep shooting.  If I run out of bullets, I have more in my night side table.  Like I said, one of us will die.

Some Questions...

What kind of gun is it?  It's a .32 - small enough to hide in my purse or on my body & large enough to kill.

Where do I keep it?  My gun is either beside my side of the bed, in the glove box of my car, or in my purse.

What do I do with the gun when people are visiting our house, especially those with children?  We rarely have visitors - it's even more rare for us to have child visitors.  But, my gun is always on "safety" when I'm not using it.  I keep the gun out of site if anyone is coming over.

Does Mr. Robinson have a gun?  He does!  He has much bigger guns that would do a heck of a lot more damage than my little gun.  However, his big boy guns are kept in the gun safe.  He also has a collector's gun that's a .22 that may or may not kill somebody.

Does the gun kick a lot?  Ehh...kind of.  I've shot smoother guns and if I bought another gun, I'd probably buy a revolver.  It kicks enough to where it messes with my accuracy, but I'm still accurate enough.  For example, if I aimed for the heart I may not hit the heart, but I'll still hit the chest...so I'd probably hit a vital organ.  It would slow the criminal down enough to let me a get a few more shots in.  

Where did you find a pink gun?  I didn't.  It was a Christmas gift from my parents right before I turned 21.  The gun was black and my daddy bought pink grips for the gun.  But pink guns are pretty easy to find.       

Funny how turning off the "safety"  feature makes me feel safe! ;)



I'm a Republican - gasp.  I know, I know.  That's a big surprise.  
I believe that I have a right to carry a gun on my body and I'm thankful to live in a state that allows it!  =)  Any questions, ask away.  

Do you pack heat?

Coo Coo Kachoo, 
Mrs. Robinson