Drew and I have talked a lot about safety and personal protection and debated when would be the right time for us to purchase a handgun for me to carry. Drew has had one for a while but I have been a little reluctant myself because the idea scared me a little bit. A few months back I had a scary situation happen so together we decided that the time has come for me to get and learn to shoot a handgun. We really could not afford it but we also knew that we could not afford to be without one. Especially with him being gone such long hours for work. This is the little beauty who I have affectionately been calling Fiona. Her name needs to change because that name belongs to a friends guitar. But for now, meet Fiona...
Back in July before we moved from our old house into our new house I was in PO for a doctors appointment. On the way home I needed to get a few groceries. Since there is a grocery store right by my doctors office, I stopped there. When I pulled into the parking lot I noticed a guy just kind of lingering around his car. When I parked he walked right next to the truck and across the parking lot a few rows then back, right near the truck again then went and stood by his car. I got out of the truck and quickly walked into the store. I am a unusually paranoid person anyway so I was thinking I was being overly cautious. I was in the store long enough to get 12 or 15 things and I see this guy watching me the whole time. I hurried and got checked out and walked out. he was right behind me the whole time. I stopped at the Coke machine and bought myself a soda just to see if he was still watching me. He walked to his car and just stood there. I hurried to my car, got in and locked the doors. The whole time I was watching him in my rear view mirror. He got into his car and sat there. I drove out of the parking lot and onto the highway. He was right behind me the whole time. If I changed lanes he did too. I drove fast, so did he. I drove slow, so did he. I was freaking out. I had dialed Drew's number on my cell phone just in case. He ended up following me about 12 miles on the highway before he finally exited. I have wondered since that day if we hadn't lived so far from where I stopped for groceries if he would have followed me all the way home and what would I have done once we got there. I had all sorts of things planned out in my head but I don't know what I would have actually done.
This is Dakota and I having a shooting lesson from Drew. Knowing how to shoot Fiona comfortably is a big concern for me. I am not good under that kind of pressure and I need all the practice I can get. Dakota just really loves to shoot, just like his daddy.
Here is one of me doing some target shooting. Please don't laugh at my hair, I was working hard all day. Its impossible to look beautiful when you are doing hard physical labor ;)