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November 11, 2010
For the Record...
Tonight, Lucy indicated that she couldn't imagine that I'd be scared of the aminals up here due to my arsenal. For the record, I was deathly afraid when that animal tried to break into my house through the pet door the other night.
Words can't adequately convey how scared I was, but imagine this. A loud noise from downstairs wakes me up. Timmy comes running upstairs, scared for his life. I go down the stairs at 5:00 a.m. with a Colt .45 and a flashlight.
The worst thing about having a Colt .45 in your hand is the idea that you may need it to survive. This is not a good feeling. It's not like "oh, lucky me, I get to kill something."
I was standing at that pet door with a pistol and this crazed animal trying to break through it and I'm thinking - if that thing gets inside this house, I'll never be able to shoot it because it will be running through the house like mad and I'll probably shoot at it 9 times and miss, creating 9 nice holes in the house and possibly injuring myself, Jennifer, or Timmy in the process.
This was why I traded out the .45 for an AR-15 when I went into the garage. Not because it made sense, but because I was scared out of my wits.
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Posted by Rob Kiser on November 11, 2010 at 5:40 PM
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