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The Great New Orleans Gun Grab
A searing expose' of the scandal of gun confiscations that occurred in New Orleans in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. Lest we ever forget.
The Quest and the Quarry
A hunting story of the Deep South. How generations of kids from a farming family are taught the lessons of life through the experience of the hunt by one wise old grandfather, and a line of trophy bucks they pursue.
Author: "THE GREAT NEW ORLEANS GUN GRAB" (with Todd Masson), an expose' of the anarchy and outrageous behavior of civil authorities who confiscated thousands of guns from law-abiding citizens in the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina.
Also the author of "THE QUEST AND THE QUARRY"--a southern novel of the hunt.
Firearms columnist for LOUISIANA, NORTH & SOUTH CAROLINA, and MISSISSIPPI SPORTSMAN magazines.
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Vast Right Wing Conspiracy.
Training Officer and Spokesperson
for the Lunatic Fringe.
Unapologetic Gun Nut
(with apologies to David E. Petzal.) Former Airborne Infantry Officer (82nd Airborne Division.) Former law enforcement firearms instructor. Current concealed carry instructor.
Jo Ann Guidos, owner of Kajun's Bar, stood off looters with her handguns, Remington 1100 shotgun, and a motley crew of regulars at her bar. They are shown here standing outside the bar a day or two before her guns were confiscated by U.S. Marshals as she was attempting to load her vehicles and get out of the madness of New Orleans. Photo courtesy of Jo Ann Guidos
"8 Bodies In Place"
These are the ubiquitous signs--the hex symbols of the aftermath of Hurricane Katrina. Teams would spray the signs on the outside of buildings once they had been searched. At the top was the date of the search. On each side of the "X" was the numerical identifier of the unit conducting the search. At the bottom of the symbol was the number of bodies found in the building. In this case, eight people were found in Jo Ann Guido's bar. If the bodies were not alive, the more chilling "Dead" would be added under the number. Photo courtesy Jo Ann Guidos.
Katie called me this afternoon, laughing at herself.
"Hutch, I don't know if I'm getting more paranoid from hanging around you, or senile as I get older."
Getting older doesn't fit--she's in her early thirties, married with a son. She and I work together, and of all the young women I work with, Katie's my favorite.
Tough, funny, attractive, she and her husband,Chuck, took my concealed carry course--where she didn't outshoot him, but gave him a run for his money.
After the course, they both got their carry permits, and she asked me to help her shop for a handgun. We settled on a Glock 19--a compact model in 9MM. She was comfortable with it, and not ashamed to pack it. Most of the young women in the office just shook their heads when she told them she carried, but most started talking about taking the course themselves. Katie's independence and self-assuredness amazes them, I think. The difference between her and them is they talk about learning to take care of themselves, but always have more important things going on. Katie identifies, compartmentalizes, and acts on the important stuff.
Chuck hunts a lot with his family in Mississippi on the weekends, so Katie is home with Eddie, their small son. The doorbell rang this afternoon, and Katie peeped out the door, always cautious. We've had a series of home invasion robberies in the past few months, so she was wisely being careful.
"He looked sort of geeky, you know? But serial killers look average don't they? So I grabbed the Glock and stuck it in the waistband of my workout pants. When I answered the door, I had my hand on my hip, the Glock in the small of my back, covered by my T-shirt."
"When I opened the door, I saw his wife and yappy little dog standing on the sidewalk. They were just dropping by to give us a $25.00 check for winning the neighborhood Christmas decoration contest."
"Hutch, I was ready to shoot the guy if he came through the door!"
"And," I asked, "the problem with that was...?"
"Nothing, but it's sort of funny that I think of getting the gun first, now."
"Could you have gotten a shot off if he had charged you?
"Oh Hell yes! I worked the slide back this morning twice, and made sure the chamber was loaded. My hand was on my hip, right beside it. Nobody's going to get me and my baby when I'm home alone."
I don't think Chuck worries very much about anyone getting her and the baby. She ran five miles this morning, pushing the stroller with Eddie in it. She says she'll probably start carrying when she jogs, now.
I love it when the training sticks, and one of our woman students becomes more sure of herself, confident in her use of her handgun, and her ability to defend herself and her family if need be. It makes you feel as if all the work is really worthwhile.