Class Time

A good friend of ours taught a conceal and carry class on Saturday. It was an all day affair, but something that we had been wanting to do for sometime. Jesse, Toby, and I took the class along with about 30 other people most of whom were good friends. Everyone brought pot luck for lunch making things even more enjoyable. My favorite part of the course was learning the laws. I should have been a lawyer. Gun laws are just fascinating. I was nervous about shooting guns on the range, but only because I have not done much shooting in a while. And there would be lots of people watching. It all went well except for the wind. The wind blew like a son of a gun.

With 30 people having to shoot, it took a while for everyone to get through this part. We all sat outside for several hours waiting our turn. The visiting with friends was great, but the wind got old. Now I know how a flag feels. Here is my friend Dawn and I propped up against the tire of a truck - it was a bit out of the wind and one of the few places to sit. Toby and I were two of the last people to shoot. It just worked out that way. When we got home, I wanted something warm to drink and just relax - glad to be out of the wind. I opened my vest and a shell casing fell out - kind of funny.