Missing Guns

This may sound a little crazy, but I have recently discovered that I miss my guns.

I've been at a conference for the past week and a half, hence the reason there was no post last week. It was not a gun conference, rather a meeting for my current real job: education. So naturally, there were no talks about guns and all of us gunnies were hiding under the guise of 'normal' educators. In short, there were no guns within the premises.

And this did it. I miss my guns. Especially carrying. It's a very comforting feeling, that weight on your belt, or wherever you hide it. And I do not like being in an unfamiliar city without it. I admit to being almost surprised how much more stressful it is walking out, knowing that you do not have your equalizer.

But it is much much more than that. I don't just miss the comforting weight; I miss the range time too. There's not much more fun then taking some targets out on a glorious weekend and putting holes in them. And I miss the gun people at the range; for the most part, they're a friendly lot.

So I ask that 'friendly lot', do you miss your guns too?

Hmm. I think I'll go plinking now. Perhaps there will be more insightful musings later on.