Kathy's cousin took the class with us. She has more reasons for carrying a gun than we do. She and her husband have a marine shop and boat storage business. It's been robbed several times, but only at night, never while they're there--at least not yet. A busy lady, the cousin also has a cow-calf operation with livestock in three or four different places. Often alone or with only a dog when tending to the animals, she's had several close encounters with miscreants (my favorite word of the week for bad guys). Everyone around here agrees that she needs to start packin', even her husband.
Kathy's and my case is weak. For some time now, we've wanted to legally carry a gun for protection while camping with our trailer. We've spent several nervous nights as the only campers in a remote campground. It doesn't help the nerves when a group of revelers show up in the early, early morning to continue their party. I know, I know. I've done that my self in my young and foolish years. But still . . . The August murders and camper burning in New Mexico by Arizona jail-breakers tipped the scales. We're gonna start packin'.
Now that we have our class certificate, we have to get passport-type photos, to get fingerprinted by the county sheriff, and to send a filled-out application (available on the Internet) along with $100 to some state office. They say it takes 89 days to receive the permit.
Then we'll buy a hand-gun. I'm thinking a .32 or .38 long-barreled revolver. Kathy wants a Kel-Tec P-32. It's small, and the instructor had one.
Hey, we're Republicans; maybe we should each get one.