Sunday, January 11, 2009

Katie--Get Your Gun



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.



1 comment:

cmblake6 said...

"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."
Indeed. That is what it's all about. Pray you never have to, be able to if you do.