Check this out guys. In the last pistol class, we had a young lady attend who trained as hard as she could running a Walther that didn’t want to run. She did her everloving best and got through the course. Today, Dad got her a nice present… a new SIG. Niki was so excited she was giggling constantly and doing that “Pee-Pee Dance”. The genuine delight was wonderful, radiant, and infectious… she had other customers grinning too.
When she comes back for the next pistol class... She'll be ready!
Nothing better than a New Gun! That’s some awesome Pro-Level parenting, Dad. Good job!
The labor was a long drawn out horrible affair, but all is well now and the baby is reportedly healthy and well cared for and loved. We all hope he starts making holsters with Dad soon!
Congratulations, with all my heart. Luke, give her and the baby a hug for me!
For all you guys saying the lead time is too much – Give them your order and cut them some slack – their whole world has just changed. For the better. Your new holster will get to you and you will be happy you had the patience.
Just got home from work, and I’m sitting on the front porch waiting for the sunset. It’s a cool evening, not hot like normal this time of year. It’s feeling perfect. To my left, I can hear the wheel lines watering the field of alfalfa almost ready for the first cutting. The water it’s spraying is casts a hundred little rainbows along the line. To my right, northward, there was rainstorms earlier in the mountains, but now Sun rays are making it glow vibrant green… for now. Later this year, those rays will burn the mountains to a scorched brown. The sun is getting lower in the west… The purple mountains westward, straight in front of me on the other side of the valley has a pass shaped like Buckhorn rifle sights… Beyond it is Salt Lake, and many of my dear friends. All around me, birds are singing. Robins, Larks, Sparrows, and Doves. All claiming this as their area… I grin… Because its mine.
