• shalafi@lemmy.world
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      16 hours ago

      I am able to defend myself, best I can anyway.

      As I write this, I have a 12-guage pump leaning on my desk. Hate the overpowered shells I bought, but that’s another story. Still have to practice with the damned things because that’s all I have. The iron sight is bomb after painting it with white-gel nail polish. The flashlight is kinda ghetto, but it never fails.

      I can pop the safe under my desk in, hang on, gotta test, 8-seconds (that sucks!) and have my Colt .45 in hand. That’s the handgun I’m best at, but not the best handgun.

      When I lay down with my legal, brown, immigrant wife, I have the AR-15 leaning on the nightstand. Again, not the best of the best, but what I’m best at.

      On top of the headboard is a Smith & Wesson .380 EZ. Not great, but I’m fair with it and it has a good light.

      There’s a .380 behind the medicine cabinet if I get caught taking a shit. Weird, I know. That tactic was born of having a bear wander in the dog door.

      You were saying what? You are more than welcome to come practice with me at our camp tomorrow. Shooting is, uh, a little tougher than owning. Some people mistake the two.