Day 1, 7/23/2013
Today was the first day in quite some time that I've thought much, specifically, about my gun while I was carrying it.
In some ways, it gives me some appreciation for the way Ms. Yewman felt embarking on her "adventure", as she describes thinking about her gun nearly constantly while she was carrying it.
Now, Ms. Yewman,
being the head of the Washington State Million Mom March/Brady Campaign and on the Board of Directors of the National Gun Victims Action Council, certainly did not start out to write an unbiased, intellectually honest or fair journal. Her dice have been cast and she is firmly Anti-gun.
Still though, I recall the early days of my carrying a gun and I did think of it, a lot. That's me being a "gun guy". It didn't inspire fear or paranoia in me but I did think of it quite often. So, today, I was imagining what it must have been like for Ms. Yewman who has clearly, based on her own words, anthropomorphized firearms. She believes that their very presence is evil and dangerous. I can imagine that she would have a very hard time thinking of anything else.
I don't intend this to be, going forward, a journal about my thoughts on Ms. Yewman and I will endeavor to provide my own experiences and thoughts while I am carrying, as they concern my gun. However, there is in some ways a bit of a circular thought process. I realize that I will be writing this journal and so I'm thinking about the journal. The journal is about my experiences carrying a firearm and so I think about my firearm. One can see the dilemma of Ms. Yewman. She despises firearms anyway, she's never even owned one, carrying one is certainly entirely new to her, which tends to make one think about it AND she's planning to write of her experiences, which naturally inclines her to thinking about the gun even more. Further, I doubt that she went out of her way to acquire a comfortable holster and belt, which further leads to noticing and thinking about a gun when a person might otherwise forget about it.
It's not terribly fair of me to point of Ms. Yewman's bias without also discussing my own. Yes. I am biased. Obviously, I'm a staff member on The Firing Line forum. My dice have been cast. I am "Pro-gun". However, bias need not equate to an inability to be intellectually honest or fair. I can describe my experiences without spinning or exaggerating and without seeking out positive experiences to bolster my opinions.
So, going forward, I will endeavor to faithfully spell out my feelings and experiences about carrying my gun. I will continue to mention Ms. Yewman but I will try to do so in the context that something that she mentions in her writings correlates to my experiences that day and how my feelings and experiences on the matter differ from hers.
For the record, I carry a Glock 33 chambered in 357Sig. It is carried in an
excellent, comfortable and durable Crossbreed Supertuck holster and held up by an equally excellent and durable Crossbreed belt, both of which have lasted the entire five years that I have carried and show no signs of failure or fatigue.
Ok. Enough blathering, I suppose. On to the point!
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I carried my gun at work today, in my pizza shop. It's hot in there and even a very comfortable holster is sometimes annoying. Sometimes I take the gun and holster off, as I did today, and place them on a high shelf within reach of me at most times but out of sight of everyone and out of reach of children. Obviously, the location that I put the gun when it's out of my direct and sole control had, at some point, required some thought. I don't think it was really "special", gun thought though. It goes in a place similar to other things with which my kids could hurt themselves, be it knives, chainsaws, chemicals or Tylenol.
Since my shop is in the same building as my home, I see my wife and children frequently during the day. While I was wearing the gun today, my wife and kids decided to go for a bike ride. They all came in and gave me a hug. The kids, whose faces are about waist high, have long since learned to hug daddy on the "non-gun" side, lest they bonk their heads on the gun. I don't think it really makes any of us think about the gun. They never mention it in that context, even though we talk openly and often about guns in general. I wouldn't have thought about it either, except for the circular thought described above, knowing that I'd be writing this journal.
Otherwise, today was like most days. The gun just hung there on my waist and I ignored it.
Being home now and with the children in bed, I temporarily place the gun and holster on top of the refrigerator, where it will stay until I go to bed. Save the unlikely event of a violent situation manifesting, it will get no more thought between now and then than the refrigerator itself. Probably less, since I'm hungry.