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Selecting a gun for Sarah is a challenge.
She is so petite that she is barely
two inches above the federal standard
requiring use of a booster car seat for
children. Luck has it, a friend was selling
his Kahr CW9, which she tried, and
smiled as it fit her perfectly. She manipulated
it without fumbling or fear,
and after seeing her shoot the old .357
Magnum snubby, I knew she could
handle the recoil of a smaller weapon.
She was happy with the Kahr, so I was
happy with her decision and happy
that the ordeal was over. What a fool I
was!
“I think it is time for me to get a concealed
weapons permit,” were her next
words. I quoted Cicero’s old exclamation:
“O tempora o mores!” Which in
English means, “Darn modern times, I
am screwed.” Yet I refused to wave the
white flag and instead, pulled my last
reserve of ego from the depths of my
mutilated manhood by saying, “I am
an NRA certified instructor and I will
be your instructor!”
Yes, now I know it was one of the
stupidest ideas I could ever have, only
surpassed by that day I confused an
alligator with an old log and tried to
pick it up. The NRA Basic Pistol Course
is supposed to last eight hours, but in
my household lasted about a week and
a half. Two hours of range time–and I
only required five stitches. I will not go
into detail, but the February cold spell
we had in Southern Florida was directly
attributed to the hard stares she
gave me whenever I apparently went
too stupid or too bossy with her. She
aced the written tests and did fantastically
at the range, so I was happy to issue
her certificate knowing she earned
it the hard way. And in the spirit of a
future and happy marriage, I waved
the white flag, tipped my king, and
kneeled down in surrender to the inevitable
force: A woman with a cause.
I thought I was spared of any further
sacrifices from now on, and she was
to take the rest of the gun stuff on her
own. Once again–and as usual–I was
wrong.
Her gear came next. Knowing that
she is a frugal woman, but also wanting
her to have some decent stuff, I
managed to do right buying the range
bag and eye protection in pink, and
electronic ear protection. I won a small
battle on the cheap plastic holster and
magazine pouches by signing a contract
which stipulated that those items
were for initial practice and to be sub-
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