Last Friday morning we were robbed. It happened between 3 - 4 am in our driveway. Stephen's driver's side rear window was busted into and some crackhead stole his new deer rifle, a bag of ammo, a pair of waders, and a coat.
This morning on our way to church, we were approached by another crackhead at a stoplight. He asked us for money. When we told him we didn't have any, he was openly angry.
These two incidences have left us feeling violated, paranoid, and fearful of the boldness of these strangers. All this to say, we are now both packing heat.
Here I am with my grandmother's old Smith and Wesson 38 spl. Airweight and Stephen with his new Kel-Tec PF-9. Let me just say, I'm probably more afraid of the guns than I am any criminal.