Mad Jack Hanks: Examining the beauty of the man-made and the natural
June 17, 2016
Ahhhhhh, guns and roses. I've always had guns around me, as we grew up with them in our home and they were no different than the silverware in the kitchen. I love all types of flowers and try my darndest to have some of several varieties in my flower beds each summer. My mom was president of the local garden club when I was a teen and she always tried to get me interested in flowers.
Nope! Not! That was for sissies. I was a football player. Boy would she be proud of me now!
Ain't it funny, gentle readers, how we change and see our priorities so differently as we grow older?
I have a lot of Irises all over the place here at the ONO. The reason I do is it's so easy to get started and then they spread like wildfire. Makes me somewhat look as if I really knew what I was doing.
“A pistol is like a rose to me. It is safe if handled correctly and has a beauty all it’s own and in it’s own way. It brings me a peaceful and safe feeling.”
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The locals, at least a good part of them here in Wellington, are used to seeing me with a pistol on my hip. Not a "hog leg," or anything of the sort. It's just a small nine mm, but very obvious. I don't mean it to be an "in yer face" sort of thing at all. No ma'am, I don't.
I wear it because I have a legal right to do so, and plus I do have a permit for a firearm. I want to make use of the second amendment and believe we all should be carrying protection.
I was in the local market a couple of days back with my little pistol on my hip. I was in the produce section trying to decide — broccoli or asparagus?
A sweet little old lady (she was probably my age or younger) wandered right up beside me on my pistol side.
We began a discussion on which I should buy. She liked broccoli but also had a great way to prepare asparagus so I went with the asparagus.
She was not in the least alarmed that I was packin'. She wasn't over a foot away from my pistol and guess what? That pistol didn't suddenly leap out of the holster and put six rounds in her when she wasn't paying attention.
Point being, a pistol is like a rose to me. It is safe if handled correctly and has a beauty all it's own and in it's own way. It brings me a peaceful and safe feeling. There are more folks carrying firearms concealed today that you might imagine.
More and more women are packin' and I think more and more men are getting a little nervous! Just kidding, gals. I am so proud of you women that are strong enough to take that extra measure to protect not only your children, yourself and maybe a complete stranger. Ya just don't ever know.
Stop and smell the roses on occasion and be sure your pistol is on safety.
Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion, enjoy the summer and remember to give yer kids an "atta boy (girl). I'll c. y'all, all y'all. ❖