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... on my first firearms purchase(s.)
I'm a lifelong resident of the suburbs south of Portland, retired, with the ever-growing conviction that if I were ever to find myself unarmed, un-prepared and helpless in the vicinity of an active shooter I would die of regret.
So after literally years of delays for reasons strong and weak, I finally used the threat of Oregon Measure 114 as motivation to purchase a weapon for concealed carry and another for fun and practice. Having previously completed classes in basic firearms and concealed carry, preparing my home to store and secure firearms, test shooting a number of semi-automatics in several sizes and getting past my own biases to accept the findings of my own research, I got a Glock 43 and a Glock 34.
On the way home from the purchases several lines of an Eagles song kept repeating in my head: "He took it to the country and practiced for days without rest," and, "he wants to see the lights aflashin' and listen to the thunder ring." (We will not emphasize the title of the song, A Certain Kind of Fool, referring as it does to a negative sub-element of the gun-totin' community to which I now happily belong.)
I'm a lifelong resident of the suburbs south of Portland, retired, with the ever-growing conviction that if I were ever to find myself unarmed, un-prepared and helpless in the vicinity of an active shooter I would die of regret.
So after literally years of delays for reasons strong and weak, I finally used the threat of Oregon Measure 114 as motivation to purchase a weapon for concealed carry and another for fun and practice. Having previously completed classes in basic firearms and concealed carry, preparing my home to store and secure firearms, test shooting a number of semi-automatics in several sizes and getting past my own biases to accept the findings of my own research, I got a Glock 43 and a Glock 34.
On the way home from the purchases several lines of an Eagles song kept repeating in my head: "He took it to the country and practiced for days without rest," and, "he wants to see the lights aflashin' and listen to the thunder ring." (We will not emphasize the title of the song, A Certain Kind of Fool, referring as it does to a negative sub-element of the gun-totin' community to which I now happily belong.)
