No sooner do I write this post and then I read this: My New Gun. This is precisely what I was talking about. Being afraid and having a gun is better than being afraid and not having one, but it’s not that much better.
The noise in the indoor range was frightening, even though I was wearing the same ear protectors as construction workers using jackhammers. But more unnerving were the other shooters. The man in the adjacent booth had set his target at 15 feet and was firing with a coolness and precision that chilled me.
This is not the mindset that is going to keep you alive when you need your gun for self-defense. This article represents the gun-as-talisman thinking, the author believes that clutching a gun when alone in the dark will banish the bogey-man.
Then finally I picked out a Smith & Wesson .357 Magnum, “the gun I started with,” the clerk said. I handed him my driver’s license and filled out the paperwork. He left us to run my license number through a criminal-records system called QuickCheck. Two minutes later I was qualified and, between gun and ammo, $762 poorer. The revolver I bought has a black handle and a four-inch stainless-steel barrel. There’s nothing pink about it.
So for a first gun the author has a pistol that will kick like a mule with an 18 pound trigger. This probably won’t matter because I doubt the author is going to be going to the range or getting any training with it. It’s just good luck charm for the nightstand – in a masculine color.
(h/t:Joe)
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