This weekend was our much anticipated Carry Permit class. What a hoot!
By law, in our state, you must attend an eight hour class, including a state produced DVD on handgun safety, in order to legally carry, open or concealed, a handgun on your person.
Well, you know what happens when the government gets involved, so we got so much more than what the state requires and we had a great time. Of the 5 instructors, the one who sticks out most in my mind was kind of a mix of Sam Elliot, Clint Eastwood, Chuck Norris, and a smidge of Barney Fife.
"Sir, what about...?"
"NO! DOES THAT ANSWER YOUR QUESTION?"
No one in the class was safe, if you had anything to say, you became the recipient of the evil eye and biting sarcasm. Everyone had a derogatory nickname. Even if they kept their mouths shut, as one dear friend did, they got a nickname and a staredown when they tried to eat their sandwich. He was hilarious!
It became a game of seeing who could cause the biggest ruckus with a question asked. No question was stupid, of course. But you didn't know that by the time he finished with you.
He was good, too. I have no idea what he has been involved with, I decided not to ask, but he's been shot, he's killed people, and he's been in knife fights, his home is a scary fortress... and that's enough for me.
While I brought my camera to the class, there was NO WAY I was going to pull it out and try to take pictures, so out at the shooting range I took photos when our half of the class had already done our shooting.
Hanging around, waiting for the scores and certificates.
Oh, yeah. These perps are pushin' up daisies.
Michael and I are looking forward to the next class on the agenda, home defense.
Better start burying some money in jars.
Luke 22:36 "He said to them, "But now if you have a purse, take it, and also a bag; and if you don't have a sword, sell your cloak and buy one."