Yesterday Joe and I went to the Midland gun show. Going to a gun show in Texas reminds me of those “People of Wal-Mart” websites, only with more tattoos and lethal weapons. It did not come as a shock that there was nary an “Obama 2012” bumper sticker in the parking lot. What did come as a surprise was the priest, in full cassock, although, we are in Texas, so maybe it shouldn’t have been all that surprising.
Joe has been trying to find me a gun that I would feel comfortable carrying on the road. We finally settled on a Sig P238 with extended mag and laser sights. We went to the gun range this morning and my first 6 rounds found the target, two of them damn near bulls-eyes. Sweet.