Why did I get my Concealed Weapons Permit, you maybe asking? Well, as you know, it was Superman’s 50th birthday. The one thing this guy didn’t have was his concealed weapons permit. I know, I don’t believe it either! Anyway, his business parter, Matt, generously gave this class to Superman as a birthday gift. And because I am just one lucky gal, I got to take the class too!
We started our day with a delicious breakfast at Waffle House. I love me a pecan waffle and a never ending cup of coffee! I, also, love these two friends! Matt and Amanda fit us so well. Superman and Matt can talk work stuff and us girls can talk girl stuff.
The class was held at Riverbend Sportsmen Club near Fingerville, SC. (Fingerville? Yup! South Cackalacky is also home to the town of North, Due West, Jalapa, Pukwana and Sugar Tit.)
This place is actually pretty cool, even to a girl. All sorts of hunts are happening on any given weekend. There is a multi station skeet shooting range. (This is where the shooter stands in one place and the skeet shoots out from random stations, trying to simulate real hunting situation.) And of course, sometimes there are some sweet puppy dogs that I can love on and ruin their training in 30 seconds or less.
You want to spend the night? Riverbend has a multi bedroom lodge and meals are included. After a long day of shooting, you’re encouraged to come back to the main lodge, sit by the fire, have a complimentary cocktail (only if your shooting is done for the day!), and shoot some pool or shoot the breeze with some locals. Let me just say that the peanuts are addictive!
So we meet our instructor, John. John is very knowledgable about guns, gun laws, gun opinions, gun accessories, gun signs… John is quite serious about his job as instructor. Which that I am glad, because this is serious business. But for 8 hours…yes 8 hours…I need some humor. John’s humor was as dry as eating Saltine crackers on a hot July day in SC with no water in sight. He was dry. I don’t think he appreciated my sense of jovial remarks throughout the day. When asked at the end of the day if he thought we were the best class he ever taught, he remained silent. The most fun class? Silence. The best class of the day? (Being the only one of the day…) His thoughtful reply was “You have definitely been the most unique class I’ve ever had.) hmmm. I’ll take that.
After about five hours of brain numbing information and “war” stories, Matt, thankfully, suggested we head on out and do the target test. Amanda and I were a little nervous about knowing all the buttons and steps in shooting a gun. It’s one thing to have hubby right beside you telling you step-by-step and another have Mr. CWP with a list checking your abilities.
Everyone has their own gun. I happen to have a Sig Sauer Mosquito, that Superman bought me the weekend before. It’s a little bit big for my grip, but I admit the kickback is minimal. It’s pretty easy to use.
Matt, then Superman took their turns. I finished this part of the testing with FLYING COLORS! I started out aiming at the red zone. Got bored with that and went for the neck area, next to the groin area. Got to get the bad guy where it hurts. Then I was reminded that I may have to defend myself in the zombie apocalypse, so I aimed for the head, which everyone knows, that’s the only way to kill a zombie.
After an hour or so outside, we went back to the lodge to take the written test. I was a bit nervous. I didn’t know if I needed to write some notes on my hand or cheat off of Superman. BUT as you can see, I was a-ok all on my own. In fact, I do believe I scored higher than Superman! What-the-what?!? (Badda-boom, badda-bing! Doing my happy dance!!! much to the chagrin of my loving husband.)
Thanks for dropping by,