What did you do?
Today I went to Don’s Weaponry in North Little Rock, did some target shooting at their in-house range, and purchased this fine self-defense product: a Taurus Ultra-Lite .38. Ladies, this is an ideal gun for our home self-defense or concealed-carry: light as a feather, easy to control, just the tiniest breath of a kick, and almost impossible to accidentally discharge. Should you–God forbid–ever be required to bust a cap in someone’s ass, this type of revolver is the easiest gun to grab and fire in the oh, three to five seconds you’ll have to defend your life.
The original purpose of my visit to Don’s today was to help a good friend buy, and learn to shoot, her first gun. I ended up buying one of my own after discovering that my trusty old (key word: OLD) .38 six-shooter locked up every time I tried to shoot it, which it had NEVER done in its long, long lifetime. Talk about getting chills up your leg: all I could think was, what if that shit had happened when I actually needed the gun? Sweet Jesus. But I digress.
We overcame the obstacle by renting a gun from Don, and I have to say, teaching another girl (whom I will call “S”) to safely and confidently handle, load, and fire a gun was one of the most gratifying things I’ve done in a very long time. I shot first, to demonstrate the proper technique to S., and I was hoping that I would provide a good example because I hadn’t shot in about a year. Well. Turns out I rocked the shit out of it. Yeah, I’m bragging. You would too: my groupings were wicked sharp. But I have to give proper credit where it’s due: my dad and brothers raised me right.
S. saw my stunning accuracy and control and got right into it. She did an amazing job, and by the time we finished our box of ammunition I could tell she was well on her way to being a predator’s worst nightmare. I have a number of friends who, for various reasons, have neglected their fundamental, God-given right of effective self-defense, but I was particularly worried about S. lately because she lives alone in the Heights, where Anne Pressly was just brutally murdered, and she is TINY. Well, now she has an equalizer, and I fully intend to get her skinny little ass to the firing range every couple of weeks until she is an expert shot.
I cannot think of any reason for a woman NOT to empower themselves by getting a gun. And for those of you who doubt your ability to teach your children not to mess around with the family gun (or who doubt the willingness of their children to learn the lesson), the revolver I bought today comes with a lock. Stick a tiny key in and bam–no accidents.
