Friday: Hunting: Clear and Present Danger
Have you ever been the prey and not the hunter?
There is something rather strange to feel the adrenalin that starts pumping when you are within the view of one who's intentions are not the most honorable.
The more visible one becomes to the world, the more the odds are that some nutzoid is going to be out to get a piece of you one way or another. Sometimes it is just innocent obsession but other times it is a sicko ready to create havoc and, perhaps, even injury or death.
That realization hit me this week as I realized that I was getting stalking e-mails. Do you have any idea how easy it is to track down anyone on the Internet? Well, let me tell you it is easier than you think. The more visible one is in being a writer or other creative in the world of the Internet, the easier it is for one to be victim of cyber-stalking. And living in the Bible Belt of the South, I could just see one of those fanatics reading the passage one should not suffer a witch to live and boy it would be the burning times again.
Most of my life I have been fairly carefree and fear free but reality has a way of changing our perspective 180 degrees in less than the flash of an eye.
I wondered if Avis my pit bull was enough of a protector or did I need more.
As I discussed this with my husband, he brought out a snub nose 33 (think that is the number) this cute little black gun that looks like something Sam Spade might have used in his detective work. Actually it was the service revolver of the grandfather of my husband's brother-in-law. He explained to me how he could get some ammunition loaded that would create less of a kick back and showed me how it was actually a double action and how I could cock it and it would be easier to pull the trigger but with a little more pressure I could just pull the trigger and shoot.
Now this is not the first time that Mark has made the attempt to teach me how to be well-armed and defended against the madness of the world. I remember years ago he bought me a Lady Smith and Wesson revolver. It was really lovely with a pearl handle. He took me out back to the creek to teach me how to shoot. I took aim at the other side of the river bank and ended up almost killing the neighbor's Jack Russel Terriers. Needless to say at that time Mark decided to put a lock on the gun so I would not hurt anyone.
But last night as he bought into my paranoia out came another gun. In fact, it is lying beside my bed right now but fortunately not loaded. His plans were to mount it under my desk so that I had easy access in case any of the weird creatures that do not approve of my spirituality or what I do, decide to create a clear and present danger.
This morning over breakfast, he said to me: Do you really think it is a good idea that you have a loaded gun in your office? I said well as long as there are not any yappy dogs around it might be OK. He shook his head and said to me ... well just make sure they have crossed the threshold before you shoot them and if you can't do that call me before you call the police so we can drag them into the office before we call.
You know I can kind of relate to how the deer are feeling right now up on Tinker Mountain which I can see just outside of my window. Wonder if any of these yahoos are hunting for long pork?
There is something rather strange to feel the adrenalin that starts pumping when you are within the view of one who's intentions are not the most honorable.
The more visible one becomes to the world, the more the odds are that some nutzoid is going to be out to get a piece of you one way or another. Sometimes it is just innocent obsession but other times it is a sicko ready to create havoc and, perhaps, even injury or death.
That realization hit me this week as I realized that I was getting stalking e-mails. Do you have any idea how easy it is to track down anyone on the Internet? Well, let me tell you it is easier than you think. The more visible one is in being a writer or other creative in the world of the Internet, the easier it is for one to be victim of cyber-stalking. And living in the Bible Belt of the South, I could just see one of those fanatics reading the passage one should not suffer a witch to live and boy it would be the burning times again.
Most of my life I have been fairly carefree and fear free but reality has a way of changing our perspective 180 degrees in less than the flash of an eye.
I wondered if Avis my pit bull was enough of a protector or did I need more.
As I discussed this with my husband, he brought out a snub nose 33 (think that is the number) this cute little black gun that looks like something Sam Spade might have used in his detective work. Actually it was the service revolver of the grandfather of my husband's brother-in-law. He explained to me how he could get some ammunition loaded that would create less of a kick back and showed me how it was actually a double action and how I could cock it and it would be easier to pull the trigger but with a little more pressure I could just pull the trigger and shoot.
Now this is not the first time that Mark has made the attempt to teach me how to be well-armed and defended against the madness of the world. I remember years ago he bought me a Lady Smith and Wesson revolver. It was really lovely with a pearl handle. He took me out back to the creek to teach me how to shoot. I took aim at the other side of the river bank and ended up almost killing the neighbor's Jack Russel Terriers. Needless to say at that time Mark decided to put a lock on the gun so I would not hurt anyone.
But last night as he bought into my paranoia out came another gun. In fact, it is lying beside my bed right now but fortunately not loaded. His plans were to mount it under my desk so that I had easy access in case any of the weird creatures that do not approve of my spirituality or what I do, decide to create a clear and present danger.
This morning over breakfast, he said to me: Do you really think it is a good idea that you have a loaded gun in your office? I said well as long as there are not any yappy dogs around it might be OK. He shook his head and said to me ... well just make sure they have crossed the threshold before you shoot them and if you can't do that call me before you call the police so we can drag them into the office before we call.
You know I can kind of relate to how the deer are feeling right now up on Tinker Mountain which I can see just outside of my window. Wonder if any of these yahoos are hunting for long pork?
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