MEET MY BABY

You know what, as it turns out, I think one of the greatest blessings of my life has been that I only had brothers growing up. It has impacted my life and person in profound ways, too many to mention here, so it is safe to say that I love them all and am very grateful to God for them.

A side perk of being an only girl is that they're always looking out for me... like my youngest brother who recently bought me this cute, fully functional, old school mobile phone that looks like a key-chain and now permanently hangs on a lariat around my neck, next to the pepper spray he gifted me earlier. 

Or just how adorable is this pistol lighter - that shoots fire - a gift from my eldest brother?

It's not just my safety that concerns them though, but also my happiness. 

Just last week Sunday, two of my brothers surprised me with a night of carolling - not because they are particularly fond of it, but they sort of understand that it is significant to me.

The Christmas Carols were cute, with the little kids and all, but honestly, not quite the "carols by candle light" I was craving. Even so the night was a blast, socially, and I simply had to commemorate it afterwards with them, in a selfie. Yet, it's always hard to keep a straight face around them, inevitably someone will say something that has us all in stitches.

Anyway, a while back my brother Levi bought me a gun, and encouraged me to take up sport shooting as a hobby. I've not taken an opportunity yet to truly appreciate it, but after our coffee date this morning, I decided to take a moment to appreciate and share its beauty.

It's a little Colt Detective, 38 Special Revolver, manufactured in Hartford Connecticut, U.S.A. and it actually fits into my handbag.

This cute baby is a vintage special, no longer in production, and smaller than an A5 notebook.

When I had to go for my Gun Proficiency Certification some years ago, I also shot with a revolver.

It's not like my brothers didn't offer me different guns to choose from, including Glock pistols, it's that I prefer the feel and workings of a revolver. 
 

So I was glad he chose this instead of say a Beretta or the sort.

When I handle a pistol, it feels deceptively unintimidating - and I'm referring to myself here, not others - so I feel I could run the risk of getting flippant about the thing, and perhaps careless too, forgetting that it is in fact a weapon, and not a toy.

I'm 1,68 meters tall, so on my frame this is definitely a small revolver, which I find is ideal for carrying concealed under a regular gillet, when out and about, without attracting any attention.

On the other hand, though I'm use to bigger revolvers, this one is still pretty heavy for it's size, which obviously helps with recoil.

And actually seeing those shiny bullets in the gun, leaves me no illusions about their potential impact and ultimate purpose.

Besides that, the grip feels very secure and the weapon fits comfortably in my small female hands, so handling and reloading it, suits my mechanical, hands-on inclinations well.

Yet on the range, it packs a punch and feels like a cannon - turning me into a cowboy - how be it, a very nerdy cowboy indeed.

So yea, this is my little baby, just one more thoughtful gift from a caring brother - how can I not love it, nor appreciate them?

WORDS: rhodenel©29NOV2024 

PHOTOGRAPHY: unnamedart©24NOV2024; rhoderuth©29NOV2024