For years I provided training for folks wanting their concealed
weapons license. Usually small groups, but often just one on
one.
I was doing the one on one for a nice lady one time, and she
told me a story I thought was interesting and a bit humorous.
Thought you might enjoy it.
It seems she was sitting in her recliner after dinner one evening,
and heard footsteps up to her front door. Then a big bang as
the door was kicked open.
She went on to explain how a big man came in, looked around,
and headed right for her.
She said I had my little 44 laying right there, so I grabbed it and
shot at him.
I asked did you hit him. Yes, she said, in the foot.
Then she said he is limping around out at the penitentiary now,
and I understand he says he is going to get even with me when
he gets out. (Some guys never learn)
That is why she wanted to start carrying concealed.
BTW The little 44 was a Charter Bulldog.
weapons license. Usually small groups, but often just one on
one.
I was doing the one on one for a nice lady one time, and she
told me a story I thought was interesting and a bit humorous.
Thought you might enjoy it.
It seems she was sitting in her recliner after dinner one evening,
and heard footsteps up to her front door. Then a big bang as
the door was kicked open.
She went on to explain how a big man came in, looked around,
and headed right for her.
She said I had my little 44 laying right there, so I grabbed it and
shot at him.
I asked did you hit him. Yes, she said, in the foot.
Then she said he is limping around out at the penitentiary now,
and I understand he says he is going to get even with me when
he gets out. (Some guys never learn)
That is why she wanted to start carrying concealed.
BTW The little 44 was a Charter Bulldog.
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