When I turned 11 years old, my father gave me my first hunting rifle with a sling that has “Katie P.” stitched on to it. Three elk, four deer, and two javelina later, this rifle has come in handy over the years during our many successful hunting trips together.
I’m from Arizona, and you have to be 21 years to take the Concealed Weapon Carry Weapon Permit class and to own a pistol. Today is my 21st birthday, meaning this birthday is my dad’s most anticipated, important and exciting birthday of all (besides when I turned 10 and was eligible to go hunting for the first time), and the gift my father gave me fully supports the second amendment.
He let me know that he put a card in the mail, and that my gift was a certificate for the concealed carry course when I got back home. He also threw in that if I wanted to get a pistol, we’d go pick one of those up too.
Long live the second amendment.