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Just call me Agent 99 October 23, 2011

Filed under: life — kathy @ 9:00 am
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So, while I know that some of you dear friends might have a problem with what I’m about to show you (and that is your prerogative, of course, and I beg your pardon), I just feel I need to crow about this.

I have finally (safely) learned to use a handgun.

This is a skill I’ve wanted to learn for years. Years. And I realize that some of this stems from my “control” issues. What pushed me to do it, however, was a recent event that you probably heard of as it made the national news: a man, who was by all accounts a pretty decent guy, went mentally awol and shot several of his coworkers at a local quarry before he went on the lamb. He also shot a woman as she arrivedΒ for work when he tried to steal her car. Then he disappeared into the neighborhoods.All the local schools went on lockdown.Β And we spent one long sleepless night with all the lights on, feeling rather helpless. Thankfully, our wonderful police got him, just a few miles from here, though the ending was an unhappy one.

Well, I for one, refuse to feel helpless like that ever again. I want to know that I have the ability to protect myself and my family. Even the cats.

So a couple of days ago, I took an intensive two-day NRA administered handgun use and safety course at a local, and very classy firearms dealer. The instructor (who actually teaches/certifies other NRA instructors) then took me to the shooting range. I shot a 22 Ruger, a 9mm Smith and Wesson, and an antique 38 special revolver. Here’s how I did:

This target was used with the 22 and the 38; the instructor marks the holes shot after each round to keep track of progress. He was particular surprised at how often I shot through a hole twice.

After my first 3 shots with the 22 (the 1st hit just outside the target, and my next 2 inside the target), the instructor told me, “Great, but don’t get cocky.” By the time we’d finished, he told me I should be proud of myself, that I’d gone from beginner, to advanced, to master, by NRA target scoring guidelines.

But then, I’m deadly with a rubber band. πŸ˜‰

Even with its bigger "bang," I'm better with the 9mm.

And he’s one great teacher. I told him so.

Of course, like any skill, now that the mystery (and I won’t lie…fear) are gone, I’m going to keep practicing. Like knitting lace, the more you do it, the better you get.

Although yarnovers aren’t particularly deadly, unless you find one in the wrong place at the end of a big project.

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3 Responses to “Just call me Agent 99”

  1. DebbieQ Says:

    You go girlfriend!! Learning to shoot, and then owning, a hand gun is on my list of things I want to do.

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  2. Meg Says:

    Are you kidding? This makes you totally bad*ss! And you’re so thoroughly bad*ss that you hardly needed much instruction to go from beginner to master to HANDGUN DOMINATRIX in no time at all. Bad guys … beware!

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  3. Darling Cuz Says:

    Hopefully there’ll be no gun around when you find that lace mistake…

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