Woody has been "aiming" to get his
CCDW (Carry Concealed Deadly Weapon) license for years now. It just so happened that some friends of ours were taking the class and Woody jumped at the chance to take the day-long course. I decided I might as well take the course with him, just in case I happened to be pulled over while driving his "big boy toy" (what I call his Toyota Tundra) with his concealed weapon lurking in the glove box. And, just in case I feel the need to pack heat in my car or on my
ankle. There are a few sketchy locations in Lexington where I would feel safer
packin' heat, but I also feel gun laws in this nation may soon change, or not depending on November 4
th, so I wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. Obtaining the license and passing the 20-shot field test also makes "Weasel" (Dad) very proud of his sharp-shooting, NRA-supporting, rifle-aiming, pistol-drawing
daugther. Besides, Dad taught me from a young age to always respect and care for firearms the same whether they were loaded or
un-loaded.
What qualifies as a concealed deadly weapon you might ask?
- Any weapon from which a shot, readily capable of producing death or serious physical injury, may be discharged.
- Any knife other than an ordinary pocket knife or hunting knife.
- Billy, nightstick, or club.
- Blackjack or slapjack.
- Nunchaku karate sticks.
- Shiriken or death star.
- Artificial knuckles made from plastic, or other similar hard material.
So the next time you see me, I may be concealing brass knuckles, a billy club, revolver, or slapjack. I'm licensed to conceal baby!
Disclosure: Woody refused to pose for the photo "shoot". He thought the shadow man with holes didn't compliment his outfit while in the deserted rock quarry.