I also plan on whining about how horrible my shot groups are, why .300 Blackout ammo is so expensive, and how come Walmart never has .22 ammo in stock.
Yeah, this is a new hobby. Not that I am new to guns, by any stretch of the imagination. I am not. I am a dyed in the wool southern boy that grew up around them, with a Grandfather that taught me marksmanship, gun safety, and how to reload.
But over the last 20 years, I kind of let it sit on the wayside. To busy with other things. Just was not that important.
Then something happened in my small town that made me freak out a little bit.
You see, I live in the small town of Moore, Oklahoma. A suburb hamlet of Oklahoma City. There is not much here, and we live a pretty peaceful and quiet life. For the most part. Aside from the occasional tornado that comes through, that is. Well a few months back, a tornado of a different kind came through. In the form of a guy hollering Allahu Akbar and cutting the head off of an employee of a local business just 1 mile from my house.
He had been coming to work and talking about how women needed to fall under Sharia Law. It began making employees nervous and they ended up firing him because of the things he said about how women should be stoned to death for certain crimes. He came in the next day and brutally killed a human resource worker by removing her head with a hunting knife, while chanting God is great in Arabic. He then turned on a second woman who remains still in the hospital, before having the owner of the business end his life with a hunting rifle that had been let in his truck from a trip just the day before.
Suddenly, all of the wackiness of the world that I had watched about on the news, was now at my very doorstep. I was stunned. Turned out that the Muslim church that this man had received his philosophy from, was from a radicalized church right here in Oklahoma. One that had been connected to both 9/11 and the Murrah Building Bombing.
Holy crap.
I went into the closet and dusted of a Ruger P89 that I had purchased nearly 20 years ago, and started carrying it illegally in my car (Ammo in the chamber, mag in the butt). I even placed it into my backpack and brought it to church with me. I may have been illegal, but I dang sure was not going to be a victim if I could help it.
Since then, I have traded that Ruger in for a better fighting gun. A Glock G17 Gen 4. I have went through the concealed cary class and turned in my application and background check about 2 weeks ago.
I eagerly await my permit.
Now there is something that you need to know about me. I am a very laser beamed focused kind of guy. So when I aim to figure something out, and know all there is to know about it, I learn faster than most. This new passion about firearms, and specifically the world of personal defense, is laser beamed focused in my brain. Because of that, I hope to amass knowledge that I can delve out to others that are following along behind me.
I also aim to be particularly opinionated about certain stuff. Because since this is a sort of cataloguing of my adventure into this brave new world, why hold anything back about how I really feel?
Well that is enough for now, and I hope this can both be a source of information and entertainment to all those that choose to read it.
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