Every father of a teenage daughter shares the same terrifying fear. No, I’m not talking about her dating a pierced, tatted, dread-locked, gold-grilled, underground rapper (who voted for Obama). I’m talking about a physical attack happening to your daughter… and you’re not there to protect her.
I think it was during the ’92 riots in L.A. that I first got the notion I should buy a gun. So I bought a Sig Sauer 226 — a sweet 9mm semi-auto pistol. Okay, all set to defend the ‘mouth of the cave’, right? Fire a few dozen rounds at a paper target and now I can competently defend the family if I hear broken glass in the middle of the night, right?
Uh, … not exactly.
It was a small scary incident in my neighborhood sometime later, nothing major as it turned out; but in a frantic, defensive posture I found myself with my loaded gun in my hand, a flashlight in the other… and not the slightest idea what to do next. Fortunately, I wasn’t called upon that night to spring into a tactical, live-saving scenario. At that moment I realized I had better get some expert training on gun handling before I blew my foot off or worse — hurt somebody that didn’t warrant hurting.
I found Front Sight Firearms Training Institute outside of Las Vegas, Nevada. I trained off and on out there for five years. Everything from 2- and 4-Day Defensive Handgun, to Tactical Rifle and Advanced Defensive Shotgun. Even took an M-16 course – at night. For a California boy, the opportunity to not only train to high levels of expertise with a full-auto weapon (at night, no less) was quite a thrill, to say the least. (And yes, we had dedicated Sure-Fire Tac lights mounted on the guns.)
That’s when I introduced my (at the time) 10-yr-old daughter, Haley, to the world of shooting. At Front Sight she learned to shoot a .22 rifle… busting balloons stapled to targets. She did pretty well her first time out and I was impressed at how little the pop-pop-popping of the other shooters adjacent to her on the firing line didn’t phase her. But then, they let her try firing an Uzi. On full auto. And Daddy watched proudly as she, with very close supervision by their fine staff, pointed in the Uzi at the target and emptied a 25-round magazine into it. And she scored pretty decent hits. (She still has the target.)
Fast forward ten years. After much paperwork, red-tape, and California gun law hoop-jumping,…(whew!) … I finally took possession of a .22 rifle that Ruger had gifted me, as a result of winning a celebrity steel challenge nearly a year earlier. (I guess training out at Front Sight had paid off!) This rifle is a beauty. Match-grade barrel, gorgeous wood-grain, beautiful trigger. I put a scope on it, and it wasn’t much of a scope – I think I paid $30 for it at Cheaper-than-Dirt. But I was ready to try it out. And to my pleasant surprise, my daughter saw it and said, “Dad, take me shooting, too. I miss it!” Ahhh… Dad smiled.
So she and I loaded up rifles and shotguns and ammo and grabbed my longtime buddy, Jack, (who had trained with me out at Front Sight), and we headed out to his shooting club in Lake Piru, CA. It took a while to sight in my cheap scope, and find the zero at 100 yds. But finally, it was my daughter’s turn to shoot. With the big match-grade barrel it’s a heavy rifle for a .22, so I let her just bench-rest it on a couple sand bags. Within no time, she was doing half-fist-sized groups at a hundred yards. Dad’s smile got bigger.
We had a great time shooting together. She told me she was tired, but exhilarated. It’s a satisfying, empowering feeling to shoot guns and shoot them well. Haley wants to go again, and soon.
So, next week, after Church… pistols. Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition. She’s excited to bring a girlfriend…and I’m just excited she’s excited. Because I love the notion that my daughter…in her life, out in the world, dealing with God knows what (or who)…is a capable, confident and competent gun handler — and able to defend herself in the gravest extreme.
I think every American should avail himself or herself their 2nd Amendment right to own and carry a firearm. And I go further — I believe it’s not only a citizen’s right…but obligation to become familiar with guns and develop what we call the ‘satisfaction of skill at arms’. How else to defend not only yourself, but a loved one –if, God forbid, you or they are threatened or assaulted with overwhelming deadly force? Remember: The first rule in a gun fight…is to have a gun.
But don’t just have a gun – get training with that gun. Tactical training. Learn exactly what to do if you have to present your weapon, in defense of innocent life, and win the day in the face of a deadly attack.
Guns are very useful tools in not only stopping an attack by a dedicated evil person… but the very act of presenting the gun in a forceful, aggressive manner can generally stop a threat in its tracks. This is especially important to remember for women. The so-called ‘weaker sex’ is usually at quite a disadvantage in terms of weight and strength when faced with a male attacker.
To coin a phrase made famous by Samuel Colt — the gun is the ‘Great Equalizer’. It evens the fight. And the knowledge that women are packing… tends to make a possible attacker think twice. Rapists, robbers, burglars, murderers and general scum-sucking dirtbags are unanimously in full support of the liberals’ gun control laws. Since they don’t give a damn about obeying the law, they tend to not buy their guns legally anyway. But they sure love the idea of disarming you. Makes their evil practices all the more ‘comfortable’. Bad guys don’t like the notion of getting shot.
Fathers, brothers, sons, husbands…. Buy those precious women in your life a gun, and teach her how to use it. Better yet, take her out to one of the many tactical firearms training institutes like Front Sight. My daddy-daughter time spent on the firing line with my girl is sweet indeed. It’s not only fun — it spells ‘peace of mind’.
A lot of things can happen in the time it takes to dial 9-11 and the police arrive. A lot of bad things. But because I have a gun in the house, and my daughter is trained and comfortable in safe firearm handling, I know that if I were out of the house, away on business… and someone broke into the house, the intruder would have by far more problems than she would.
Contrary to popular liberal opinion… guns in the hands of good people is a good thing. The way to stop a bad guy with a gun… is a good guy with a gun.