Day 60:
Today was a day spent on all corners of Fairfax County, Son. Me and the boys went out to do a little shooting, and Mommy, Grandma MeMeow, and Aunt Mag took you with them to Old Town Alexandria to seek out a good Irish Christening gown for the Baptism of the Lion Heart.
Everyone had a great time...
Myself, Uncle Paul, and our good friend Rob (or "Roooooooob" as he's known in some circles) had been trying to get out to the range for quite a while now. Both of their interests lie in understanding what's the best gun for them as neither Uncle Paul or Roooooooob own a firearm as yet, while my interests are to fine tune my targeting ability with my own gun; a Smith and Wesson .40 Caliber Sigma I picked up about a year ago. Your Grandpa K9, an expert marksman in his own right, and your Uncle Mike also came along to enjoy a little range time. Interestingly enough I purchased the piece prior to having you in our lives. I believe this to be a very good thing...
My initial effort in purchasing the pistol was to carry it at the Circle L Farm in Highland County, VA (I can't wait to get you to the farm, Boy'O! It's one of my very favorite places on Earth!) All kinds of varmints you can dispatch with a small firearm down there. But now that you're in my life I'm quite thankful to have it. There's an old adage, Conor... "It's better to have it and not need it then to need it and not have it." And when it comes to protecting my family, that's certainly the truth. And to be sure Son, as soon as you're able to fully comprehend what I'm saying while also understanding what a handgun is and what it's capable of, you will be the recipient of a very strict education in so far as being anywhere near a firearm, and you will NEVER handle a gun unless I'm standing two feet away from you.
Never the less, like all things, in order to be effective with any tool you must practice with it and that's what the range is for. We all took turns firing on paper targets in a controlled environment, and about 100 rounds later I was dialed in on my target. It's a satisfying feeling on many levels, Conor. And I don't necessarily mean that in the sense of honing my accuracy with handgun, but the more you work at something the better you become in doing it, no matter what it is. That satisfaction of knowing I'm getting better while contented with the knowledge that I have yet another tool available to defend my family in the event of any emergency, is priceless. And you should get used to hearing this, Son. Because I will be harping on it more and more.
Anyhow, it was a good day at the range with wonderful friends and family. You had a fine time running around with the gals (you're just a smidgen to young to be at the range with us yet, Boy'O), and so I believe everybody wins. A good day indeed. For all of us.
I'm wiped out, Conor an Chroí Lion. Time to hit the rack. And as I do every night, I'll dream of keeping you safe, Son...
I love you, Conor.
-Dad
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