The news sources are reporting fascinating stories of the rise of the female gun owner. Seems as though every day there is a new sound byte about a woman at a gun range placing great shots and chipping away at the stereotype that women are disinterested in firearms. And since women are (traditionally) unlikely gun enthusiasts, they usually have a need or reason that nudged them to get into shooting.
So, what brought you here?
I'll go first. I don't have any dark story about a shady character in an alley, or a thug in my home at 2 am, but I can tell you I have always been afraid that I would. A firearm seemed too drastic an answer to me, especially since my Dad never taught me a thing about guns and that would mean me learning about them with no patriarchal guidance. It seemed too great a responsibility to entrust to myself. So, I settled for a silly little can of pepper spray and hoped for the best. After New Year's a young, widowed mother of an infant had the nation talking about use of deadly force after two perps, armed with a hunting knife, forced their way into her home. She shot one attacker dead while on the phone with the 911 dispatcher. Cops arrived much too late for her to have had any other choice. I thought, "What would I have done?" I'm at home with my kids and my husband works long hours. You would laugh if I told you my flimsy plans to save our lives. I turned to the internet and found many stories about totally competent, modern, savvy women who had their own guns and knew how to use them. I'm intelligent and responsible, so I decided I could join these women in their seemingly elite club of pistol-packing' ladies.
Some classes, range time, and MUCH study later, here I am!
Your turn.
So, what brought you here?
I'll go first. I don't have any dark story about a shady character in an alley, or a thug in my home at 2 am, but I can tell you I have always been afraid that I would. A firearm seemed too drastic an answer to me, especially since my Dad never taught me a thing about guns and that would mean me learning about them with no patriarchal guidance. It seemed too great a responsibility to entrust to myself. So, I settled for a silly little can of pepper spray and hoped for the best. After New Year's a young, widowed mother of an infant had the nation talking about use of deadly force after two perps, armed with a hunting knife, forced their way into her home. She shot one attacker dead while on the phone with the 911 dispatcher. Cops arrived much too late for her to have had any other choice. I thought, "What would I have done?" I'm at home with my kids and my husband works long hours. You would laugh if I told you my flimsy plans to save our lives. I turned to the internet and found many stories about totally competent, modern, savvy women who had their own guns and knew how to use them. I'm intelligent and responsible, so I decided I could join these women in their seemingly elite club of pistol-packing' ladies.
Some classes, range time, and MUCH study later, here I am!
Your turn.



- it's a stress reliever for sure. It's added a bit more of self confidence in knowing I could potentially defend myself and my family.
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