Tag: Gun Blogger Rendezvous
Tags: Gun Blogger Rendezvous
On Friday, I received my tax return money. I took my car down and had some routing maintenance done with the bounty, but I had a bit left over. I was thinking about paying off a credit card with it, but GB had a great idea. When we had brought the car back home and entered our driveway, he said “Let’s go to the gun store!” We drove down to Safe Shot Indoor Range. Downstairs they have a lead-free, expensive to shoot at indoor range, but upstairs is a gun store complete with guns, holsters and gun-related clothing.
At the gun store, he heavily encouraged me to check out some of the revolvers there. A friend of his concealed carries a revolver and the grip doesn’t house a magazine, so revolvers might better fit my hands. I was nervous about checking out revolvers. It never crossed my mind to carry one. Aside from the “oh isn’t that cute” glance at a Charter Ladysmith, I never paid much attention to wheel guns. I shot a few at the Gun Bloggers Rendezvous last year, but I never took that experience further and sort of forgot about it.
I wanted to check out the Walther PK380. I have the Walther P22 and they’re basically the same style. The P22 fits my hand perfectly because of its adjustable backstraps, but Gary of Safe Shot said that the .380 wasn’t made with the same adjustable backstraps as the .22. Darn! With my Walther hopes crushed, Gary showed me some of their revolvers.
Gun Bloggers: remember Gary from last year’s GBR? He gave us the great tour of the Cabela’s gun room and arranged for delivery of all of our conference swag. He’s working over at Safe Shot now. Anyway…
I wasn’t hooked on revolvers because of two things: not very many rounds and no external safety. I wasn’t convinced that I could take down an attacker or two in 5 shots. I’m a new shooter, it could be dark, I’d definitely be scared. With no external safety, what if I’m so scared that I shoot myself in the boob drawing from my chest holster? But it couldn’t hurt to hold a few revolvers, so I did and I ran across one that fit my hand perfectly: the Smith & Wesson Bodyguard 38. It also had an integrated laser which made me feel better about carrying with fewer rounds in the gun.
To help me feel better about the lack of external safety, Gary put a pen down the barrel of the revolver and pulled the trigger, “shooting” the pen. Then he put the pen back down there and whacked at the trigger with a marker until the trigger sprung. The pen didn’t “shoot” although the trigger moved. This is because there has to be a certain amount of continuous pressure for the trigger to actually begin the process of launching a projectile. I also dry fired the revolver. The double-action long trigger pull isn’t something I’m going to be able to do by accident!
To make sure I’d like to carry this gun and that having it would shut me up, we went home to get my bra holsters.
GB said that he’s tired of hearing me complain every Sunday morning about wearing my Bersa Thunder .380 PRO UC. I love that gun, but it’s got a fat grip due to the double-stacked magazine, and if I don’t position that gun just right under my left boob or if my shirt isn’t cut generously through the chest there, I can appear as if I’ve sprouted a third nipple. To make sure this gun wouldn’t do the same thing when carried, we grabbed every holster I like out of the house.
I brought my cheap Uncle Mike’s in waistband holster and my collection of Discreet Carry holsters. I have a Discreet Carry DH-1 holster, a Discreet Carry LadyBUG bra mount under arm holster and a Discreet Carry LadyBUG Cleavage holster. This is where the fun begun. I went to a gun store fully prepared to take one of their guns and shove it down my shirt. Haha. (Don’t worry, I had an undershirt on to prevent any “flashing.”
When we arrived back at Safe Shot, Gary was no longer at the counter. I was sorely disappointed in this as Gary’s replacement (the owner’s grandson), didn’t impress me. He took the Bodyguard out of the case and passed it to me without checking it first. Yes, those guns should be unloaded, but just in case… check! He pointed it at me once and at GB once too. Again… the guns should be unloaded, but that’s not the point. The point is safety. Never point your firearm, unloaded or not, at anything you’re not willing to destroy. Period. And when he revealed that he was a concealed carrier, I lost even more respect for the man.
He had his gun tied to his pants and his pants tied to himself with bright red shoe laces. Uh, what? How is he going to draw his gun when his gun is tied down? And if he gets his gun out, where are his pants? Around his ankles? How is he going to be able to move swiftly in an emergency situation with his pants tripping him up?
Get a belt and a holster.
He wanted to wear baggy pants so that solution didn’t work for him. I told him get a belly band and wear it sideways. There’s no rule that says the belly band has to sit your gun in front of your junk. Sheesh. He seemed impressed by that idea, so hopefully he checks it out. At least he wasn’t phased by me sticking the store’s revolver beneath my clothing.
When it was time to checkout, Gary reappeared from the range below and rescued us from the inadequate gun salesman. Thank God! We completed the paperwork and sale with Gary and took the Bodyguard home for the night. Gary and I made plans to add the gun to my CCW permit the next day. Yay!
In my church, we have a program called visiting teaching where the women of the church are each assigned other women to mentor, teach and just be there for. My visiting teacher came over tonight with a gospel message, but we ended up talking more about guns than anything else. It turns out that if you tell two three year-olds that you’re late to church because of Gun Blogger Rendezvous, everyone else in the church will find out and will be genuinely interested. First, I talked to Sister M and Sister K on the last day of the Rendezvous. Later, I was approached by GB’s temple prep teachers. During a Primary planning meeting, I was asked to do a shooting themed carnival booth for our upcoming Halloween Trunk or Treat. Now, I’m educating my visiting teacher about firearms.
I taught her how to tell if a gun is loaded and if its safety is on. We talked about concealed carry. She wondered where I carried and I told her about the in-waistband holsters I have as well as about Discreet Carry holsters. She expressed surprise that I wasn’t worried that my gun would just “go off.” She was really worried about recoil and we talked a bit about what goes into how much kick a gun gives, including its size, weight, your grip and stance, the caliber of the handgun, etc. This really reminded me of me because when I first began to carry, I carried an empty gun. Then I worked up to a full mag, empty chamber and so on. Step by step. I couldn’t laugh at her or speak down to her for asking if the gun would go off by itself because once upon a time, I was worried about that same thing.
The recoil conversation reminded me of me too. GB’s Hi-Point fit my hand so poorly, I rotated my stubby little trigger finger around to the trigger by turning the gun sideways in my hand. The recoil went straight into the first knuckle of my thumb, causing me a black and purple finger that hurt for WEEKS. GB told me that recoil was normal and I would get used to it. I was glad that my visiting teacher was able to talk to me about recoil and that I was able to let her know that a small degree of discomfort in small-framed larger caliber guns or in big caliber guns period is acceptable, but that she shouldn’t feel it “blasting back” on her to the point of pain.
At the Gun Blogger Rendezvous, The Smallest Minority let me shoot a .45 revolver with bear loads in it and while I only shot it once , it didn’t hurt to shoot. My hand turned a bit pink like I had slapped someone and I did feel slapped by that revolver, but it didn’t HURT. I told her I’d take her out, if she was interested, and let her shoot my little Walther P22 so she wouldn’t have to worry about any recoil hurting her at all that first time at the range with me.
GB and I brought out a .22, a .380, a 9mm and a .45 and talked about how the recoil would be different on each gun because of its caliber and because of the weight of the gun. I demonstrated to her proper grip so she wouldn’t get bit by the slide or have unnecessary recoil. She was very comfortable holding the various guns and showed excellent muzzle control and trigger discipline. I was impressed! Towards the end of the conversation she said, “First I’d have to get used to shooting. Then, I’d have to get used to the idea of shooting.”
I told her that is exactly how I felt with it. I needed to learn how to handle and shoot guns before I could make up my mind as to weather I could actually use one to hurt/kill someone with it should that someone be endangering me or my loved ones. I assured her that her hesitation was normal and related the story of Sister M who had taken her CCW course and then realized she couldn’t carry. I told her that shooting and carrying is a mental process that doesn’t just happen immediately but takes as much time as it takes to get through.
My church has a slogan: every member a missionary. I feel like a missionary alright, but for gun ownership. I doubt that’s what they had in mind with that slogan.
The developer of the Gun Spot iPhone App attended the Gun Blogger Rendezvous this year. He eagerly showed off the app on his phone to all of us bloggers. When I saw him demoing this app, I knew I wanted it. I’m new to the gun buying world; I only know of the local gun shops who show up on the first page of Google searches or who are on busy streets and have big signs. When he demonstrated what his app could do in the Silver Legacy Silver Baron Hospitality Ballroom and it brought up TONS of shops local to that GPS location, I knew I was missing out on Reno gun shops and that this app would expand my gun-buying horizons.
On Tuesday though, I got to use it in situ. I noticed I had a missed call on my phone. I believed it was from Weaver Arms and that it was the good news that my Bersa Thunder 9mm UC had arrived one day ahead of schedule! I called him back to confirm my suspicions and he agreed to stay open late for me if I left work right away to pick up the firearm. I did so, but I wasn’t quite sure where I was going.
I had previously purchased from Weaver and had located his hard-to-find office before, but that was awhile ago and I have a terrible memory. I could Google him and find directions that way, or call him back and admit I had no clue where I was going… OR.. I could use my brand new Gun Spot iPhone App!
I was able to navigate this app while driving with no difficulty. I used the search feature and located Weaver. I added him to my favorites to make life easier on me for the next go-around and I used the map feature to figure out where I was going. The app integrates with the Maps app on my iPhone so seamlessly; I was able to transition out of the Gun Spot map and into the directions area of the Maps app without committing any traffic violations!
I arrived at Weaver Arms in record time. He commented “Wow, she’s fast.” Thanks Gun Spot App
Here’s a YouTube video highlighting SOME of what Gun Spot can do. Since then, the app has been updated and does even more awesome stuff:
A bit more than a year ago, I was planning to leave an abusive marriage. I was saving money and walking on egg shells. A friend of mine suggested I look into self-defense. We both knew the most dangerous time for a women in a domestic situation is during the process of leaving and right after leaving. Statistically, she is safer to stay. He first suggested I learn how to shoot and get my CCW, just in case. I flat out said no. I didn’t like guns. Then, he suggested pepper spray. I was no more comfortable with that idea and never did go get the pepper spray.
But talking to him about personal responsibility got me started on a long road that’s lead me here. Here to where I go out to events like Gun Blogger Rendezvous and learn to shoot steel and cowboy fast action. Here to where I think that shooting at paper targets during events like Appleseed is a good way to improve my discipline, self-confidence, marksmanship, value as a citizen, hand-eye coordination and more. Here to where I do have my CCW.
Learning to shoot gave me back a lot of the confidence to try new things, to not be afraid of being good at something, confidence that I had lost in my marriage. I am so glad that I was introduced into the world of guns. It took me a long time to feel comfortable here. In my first post about my gun evolution, I wrote that around guns I felt sick, cold, nervous, unsafe. I have sure come a long way.
To read more about my journey, read these entries:
How I Got Comfortable With Guns: Part I Get GG to feel comfortable with guns in the house
How I Got Comfortable With Guns: Part II Get GG shooting
How I Got Comfortable With Guns: Part III Get GG Comfortable with Open Carry
How I Got Comfortable With Guns: Part IV Get GG Comfortable with Concealed Carry
I am thinking about my evolution, about personal responsibility and self-defense right now not simply because it’s been a year since the dissolution of my marriage, but also because my ex is attempting to come back into my life right now. He tried to friend me on the Facebook account I have locked down privacy-wise and am listed under my maiden name on; I, of course, ignored that friend request. Then, he sent me an email. It simply said “i miss you.”
I’m not going to email back.
I posted a links post for today which featured a blog called “Lawyer with a Gun.” He recounted the following conversation:
“I carry a gun to protect myself if necessary. I don’t carry it to intimidate, and I’m not a violent person. I’m may be one of the nicest guys you’ll ever meet. However, not everyone I deal with is that understanding.”
“Well,” the employee said, “you would have a different view if anyone ever pointed one of those things in your face.”
I paused for a moment. “I’m sorry you had to go through that, but the problem was not the gun, the problem was the individual who pointed it at you.”
“I guess you’re right.”
“Besides, would your story have been any different if you had been armed and able to defend yourself?”
[a brief pause and look of understanding] “Never really thought of it that way.”
Here on a one-year anniversary from the divorce of an abusive spouse, here as a woman with a CCW, that conversation above is one that makes sense for me to have with myself.
On Sunday after the final event of the Gun Blogger Rendezvous (Cowboy Fast Draw), I jumped in the car and sped home. Racing into the house, I flung range clothes and gear everywhere, washed up and thew on church clothes. Grabbing my Primary bag, I breathlessly kissed GB goodbye and drove towards the church meetinghouse. I got there just in time to teach my Primary class. Sister S saw me walk in and said “Oh, thank God!” because if I hadn’t shown up, she would have had to teach my class and her class. That’s enough to give a person a heart attack!
One of the most curious boys of the Primary asked me “Where were you?” I don’t lie to these kids. They’re only three, but they’re not dumb. When they ask me about Potiphar’s wife and adultery, I explain it to them. When the “Families Can Be Together Forever” lesson prompts questions about divorce, I answer them. Knowing that I was going to shock my fellow church goers wandering the halls as I lead my class around them and to our classroom, I said “I was shooting Cowboy Fast Draw.” He asked what that was and I explained that it’s when you go to a safe place called a range and there you shoot revolvers. You try to see how fast you can safely take the revolvers out of their special holders called holsters and point them at the target and shoot them. “Oh, okay. What’s for snack?” was the response.
I got more thrilling of an interlude with the adults that overheard me telling the children where I was than from the children themselves! After church let out and my Primary children were picked up from class by their parents, two members of the teaching staff came to talk to me. Sister M and Sister K. Sister M told me how she had taken a CCW class here in Nevada and how it affected her to know that she had the capability to kill someone. This came as such a shock to her that when she realized it, it brought her to tears right in the CCW class. She never went to apply for her CCW because of this stunning realization.
Sister K told me that someone broke into her garage and then tried to break into her house. She was home alone with her two small children. As a single mother, she is all they have in the world and they are all she has. The burglar could have changed all that. Luckily it didn’t. Sister K yelled at the burglar that she had a gun and if he came through that door she would shoot him. She sounded serious. The burglar ran away, leaving Sister K swimming in adrenaline and fear. She asked me if I would teach her to shoot so that way she could buy a gun with which to protect her family if she and they are ever threatened again.
We talked together about how Sister M’s experience and Sister K’s experience are intertwined. It is shocking to realize that we have the training and capability to take a person’s life. We may fear and hate the part of us that could be capable of going through with that. We may be stunned and disgusted with the violence within ourselves. But as a mother, those powerful negative emotions against self-defense change when our families, our babies, are involved. Of course no one ever wants to have to defend themselves and their loved ones from death, but we all will do so when confronted with that situation.
It’s basic human nature. No one wants to die. It’s also love and parental instinct. No one wants to see their children hurt or killed. When women see our babies in danger, our ability to fight will flip on like a light, even if we didn’t know that light switch was there or if we knew it was there and were afraid of it.
Women tend to be more like light switches when it comes to violence. Most of the time, we are “off” and we consider ourselves non-violent people, not particularly interested in using physical force against other people, or in showing off our potential for it. But when a woman is seriously threatened, or her children are, suddenly the switch is thrown to the “on” position, and she becomes a tremendously force, both willing and capable of inflicting the most grievous injury on whoever is threatening her life or her children’s.
Women are often mistaken, by men and even by other women, as being incapable of defending themselves, because, except in sports, women are seldom seen to use force in the ways that are easily interpreted as meaning that this person is capable of violent self-defense. Both men and women are perfectly capable of using extreme force in extreme situations, but we often see men using lower levels of force in non-defense situations (the dimmer switch again), which most women would avoid or find a different way to behave.
Women who have never been put into a life-threatening situation, and who have never seen another woman fight for her life, may not realize that they are capable of this light switch behavior. They think “I could never fight back” or “If someone really wants to kill or rape me, he will” or “I don’t want to learn how to kill people.”
Men who have never seen the women in their lives undergo that light switch behavior may think, “She’ll never be able to protect herself,” or ” Why should I teach her about guns?”
These attitudes, by both sexes, are wrong, and, combined with another strong difference in the way men and women regard concealed carry of firearms, can be absolutely dangerous.
So, here goes my neck again. Men tend to (1) decide they want to be able to protect themselves and their families with a gun, then (2) they buy a gun, then (3) they take some lessons in how to use it. Women tend to go through those three steps in the OPPOSITE order.
I wish I knew where Sister M took her CCW class. I’d love to go talk to those instructors about how it feels as a female take a CCW course, to hear about self-defense and death. Women tend to go about the process of gun ownership in a different manner, so whereas the guys in the course already have made the decision that they are capable of deadly force, women haven’t yet made that decision. They’re in the zone of gun ownership, concealed carry, self defense may be for me. I’m not sure. I need to get some training on it first. This is our thought process:
1. Learn to shoot. Take training classes.
2. Buy a firearm.
3. Realize we are capable of using it, usually because someone or something threatened our children or family.
Guys on the other hand, usually go:
1. Realize the world is dangerous, we need a defense, we are capable of using that defense.
2. Buy a gun.
3. Learn to shoot.
By throwing it all up in her face: death, kill, murder, blood, guts, gore; the CCW instructor skipped to Sister M’s step 3 and destroyed the natural evolution of thought that would have lead Sister M right where he was trying to force her to go. We as women can go through the typical steps to resolve the moral questions resolving self defense in a different order than our male counterparts, but we’ll get there and that’s what matters. If you can help us along on our way, great. But if you can’t, then keep quiet.
Of all the bad things to say to a woman who is just thinking, for the first time, about learning a little something about guns, one of the worst is: “Don’t even think about it, unless you are really sure you could use it against someone.”
I can’t count the number of times I’ve heard variations on this theme (“Are you really sure you could shoot someone?” “Are you prepared to kill?” “Don’t buy a gun unless you know you would be able to use it” etc.).
The reason this is a bad question is that it is often applied too early, like asking someone in the process of applying to medical school if she is really certain that she could do open heart surgery.
It is not the right question to apply to women who haven’t yet had enough training to enable them to make an informed decision about having guns for defense.
I don’t know when/if Sister M will be ready to explore responsible gun ownership, self defense, concealed carry again after her shock of an experience in her CCW course. But I am glad she is talking about her experiences because it will help me to mentor Sister K through the process by avoiding mistakes that were made in Sister M’s experiences. In the words of Sister K, talking about guns at church on Sunday was the last thing she expected to do, but I am glad we did!
Tags: 2nd Ammendment, concealed carry, Defensive Carry, Female Shooters, firearms, gender, Girls and Guns, Gun Blogger Rendezvous, gun ownership, guns, Personal Safety, Preparedness, self defense, shooting
I almost didn’t attend the Gun Blogger Rendezvous on Sunday. I’m Mormon. To attend the Rendezvous would require me to shop on Sunday by patronizing the breakfast restaurant and the range and Mormons try really hard not to shop on Sunday but to instead spend it at church and with family and friends. Additionally, I would miss partaking of the Sacrament, which is important to me spiritually and I would be ditching my class of 3 year old Sunday students whom I teach each week.
I talked it out with CS Tactical and he encouraged me to attend, then I went home and talked it out with GB who encouraged me to attend as well. I rarely miss church and this is a once-in-a-year event. It would be my first time to shoot Cowboy Fast Draw. I ended up talking myself into going and I’m glad I did!
We ate at the breakfast buffet, which was delicious! I’ve never consumed a Sunday brunch breakfast buffet before on account of being Mormon. It was cool. They had breakfast, lunch, dessert– anything and everything. We took up one big table and two smaller tables and we brought to the tables a wide variety of eats. I ended up with eggs, bacon and hash browns again. I downed 2 glasses of the yummiest chocolate milk! Then, I had chocolate ice cream with chocolate syrup for breakfast dessert. I wasn’t aware that dessert was an acceptable course for breakfast, but according to the buffet folks, it is and I wasn’t going to argue with that deliciousness!
I checked my watch because for the past several days we’ve been late getting out of breakfast according to our agenda. This time, we were nearly on time.
Sunday, September 12th, 2010
- 8:30 a.m. Leave the Silver Legacy “Silver Baron B” Hospitality room for one of the restaurants for breakfast.
- 9:15 a.m. Leave for the Cowboy Fast Draw Blogger Match.
- 10 a.m.- noon Cowboy Fast Draw Shooting.
It was 9:36 a.m. Time to go! Again, I was nervous learning a new skill in front of professionals, but my positive experiences with The Smallest Minority, D.W., Allan, the CS Tactical guys, The Molly Minute, etc. the day before learning steel helped me to have the confidence to try to learn Cowboy Fast Draw.
The Cowboy Fast Draw range is a shed outside of the clay range. A couple of cowboys armed with multiple belts, revolvers and holsters met us there at the shed and gave us a quick history of fast draw and the basics of fast draw. Then, we got started. I missed the target on my first shot in the first round, but I nailed every shot after that in good enough time that I beat my opponent Aunt Bea. I lost in my second round to True Blue Sam and in my third round to CS Tactical.
Here are the results (compliments of Mr. Completely):
- CST – CS Tactical Blog
- Millisecond Molly – The Molly Minute
- Derek – The Packing Rat
- David Whitewolf – Random Nuclear Strikes
- US Citizen – Traction Control
- True Blue Sam – True Blue Sam The Travelin’ Man
- Mr. Completely – Mr. Completely
- Death Wish – The Clue Meter
- KeeWee Belle – KeeWee’s Corner
- GG – Girls <3 Guns
- Kevin Baker – The Smallest Minority
- Connie – Random Nuclear strikes
- MASE – CS Tactical
- Tootsie – True Blue Sam The Travelin’ Man
I’m very happy with where I ended up. I expected as a newbie to be dead last. 10th is not bad! Yay! After the shooting, I raced back home. Threw off my range clothes, cleaned up my hands and face and threw on church clothes. I grabbed my Primary bag and made it to church just in time to teach my Sunday School class. Whew! I still missed Sacrament, but at least I didn’t ditch Sunday School.
After our range adventures over the past two days, Saturday night left us Hungry with a capital H. Luckily, the organizers of the Gun Blogger Rendezvous anticipated this and worked with Bill Brassard of the National Shooting Sports Foundation to provide for us an all-you-can-eat pizza feed. First, Bill gave us an update on what the NSSF is doing in the world, including their work on helping people understand ARs and campaigning against the suggested lead ammo band. Then, Bill, Mr. Completely and I walked down to Gecko’s BBQ to order pizza for the crew and gluten-free ribs for me. I am grateful that Bill was so flexible for me in my diet. Thanks Bill provided tons of NSSF resources for the Gun Bloggers to use. Flyers, statistics, reporter’s notebooks, mouse pads, an illustrated guide (including a glossary) to help writers who pen gun-related articles to use the correct terminology. I will be using the writer’s guide as I blog; it is very helpful.
With our bellies full, we continued on down the agenda to a speech by the folks of Soldier’s Angels Project Valour-IT. I hadn’t heard of Soldier’s Angels before the Rendezvous. It is a small mom-and-pop type nonprofit that started at home. A mother of a deployed soldier began sending a shoe-box full of useful items per day to her soldier son. Her soldier son asked her to send more. More? The soldier had been sharing with all of the men and women serving with him, many of whom didn’t receive packages. Mom organized friends, family, neighbors, etc. to “adopt” her soldier son’s friends. When she ran out of locals, she took it online and founded a non-profit.
One of the activities of this non-profit is Project Valor-IT which gives disability-friendly computers and software to injured veterans. As soldiers come home with amputated limbs, they often feel isolated from the world, but computers with transcription software are enabling soldiers who are missing arms to still email friends and family and even to look for jobs. Every year the Gun Blogger Rendezvous has a raffle with cool prizes offered from various gun and gun gear manufacturers. The ticket sales go to support Project Valor-IT. This year, we were able to send them $2,000. I’ve heard that it’s not much compared to what we usually send, but we’ve all been hit hard by this economy and we did our best.
Project Valor-IT presentation
Mr. Completely asked me to help sell the tickets and I did. I was super nervous because I’m new to Gun Blogger Rendezvous and so didn’t know the people I was harassing and because I never sold tickets before, but it was kind of fun! First time around, I asked people if they would like to buy raffle tickets, then I asked them if they needed more tickets. Need? Why yes! I do need that Glock, that Leupold. haha. Towards the end, I just gave people the look or shook the raffle ticket cup at them.
After the speech and the ticket sales, the fun began! First, we gave away the door prizes. It began with every registered participant receiving a computer bag from Ruger. Inside the bag were Ruger coffee mugs and hats. The bag has a Velcro covered pocket that I heard was for conceal carry but no one at my table knew how to use it. Then, we all received a range bag from Midway and t-shirts from GunUp. After that, we began drawing tickets from the door prize raffle. All registered participants had a ticket with their name on it and we drew names one at a time until the raffle cup was empty. Then, we dumped all of those names back in and drew some more until everything was gone.
Aunt Bea drawing the first name out of the bucket.
I received 2 Springfield XD hats (one of which was won by CS Tactical and given to me), shirt, pin, pen and holster which I gave to my boyfriend GB since his carry gun is a Springfield XD. I also got a Springfield XDCrimson Trace t-shirt for me. I had a very hard time picking prizes when it was my turn. Everything was so awesome!
All of the Springfield XD swag that I brought home to GB.
After the door prize drawing came the big drawing: the Soldier’s Angels Project Valor-IT drawing. Up for grabs was a Glock, a Leupold, an Air Rifle (courtesy of The Packing Rat), $200 scope rings from The Smallest Minority and tons more I can’t remember. I wanted the Glock, but then again, I think everyone did. Connie ended up with the Glock, Liz with the Air Rifle and me with the scope rings. I was way excited for the scope rings because I want to put a scope on my Appleseed rifle. What a perfect prize for me! Thanks The Smallest Minority!
After the Major Announcement, we had a rousing round of Show-N-Tell. Instead of bringing in our pet birds or telling the class about a coloring crayon picture we drew, our Show-N-Tell involved, in the words of The Smallest Minority, evil black firearms! More than half of the time, I had no idea what I was looking out. As a gun newbie, the Show-N-Tell went way over my head for the most part. Special thanks to The Smallest Minority and D.W. for sitting next to me and helping me handle the various toys that came my way.
A highlight of the evening for me was when a revolver was passed down to me from D.W. and I passed it straight to The Smallest Minority. I said to him, “I don’t know how to check this.” Usually when someone hands me a firearm, we are both super-safe about it. First, they check that the firearm is empty by dropping any mags and racking the slide and then passing it on over to me for me to check with my finger and with my eyes that the mag is out and the action is empty. But, I didn’t know how to do that with a revolver.
The Smallest Minority showed me how to open the gate and roll the cylinder outwards to check if the revolver was empty. We’re all responsible adults at the Gun Blogger Rendezvous, so it was empty as I had anticipated it would be. But checking was absolutely the right thing for me to do. Thanks to The Smallest Minority for not making fun of me, talking down to me or talking over my head when I needed help checking the revolver. Sometimes in the gun world, experts can be insensitive to the newbies, but I never felt that way in the company of our awesome gun bloggers.
Here are some pictures of the Show-N-Tell, but like I said, most of this went over my head. I don’t know why the firearms are awesome or even what they are. Hopefully you will. Enjoy!
After the Show-N-Tell festivities, we were hungry! We ate at the Gecko’s BBQ restaurant, which runs a weekend all-you-can-eat ribs dinner special for $9.99. The BBQ sauces have gluten in them, according to the chef, so I ate my ribs naked… they were still good. Although the waitress was clueless when it came to gluten-free. I told her I needed gluten-free food tonight and she brought me wheat-ified cornbread and put croutons on my salad. Oh well. The ribs were still good. Nom om nom.