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were carrying the stuff sacks for the sleeping bags to hold the ammunition. Marissa had the 9mm between the belt and waistband of her jeans on her left side, butt forward for a cross body draw if she needed it, and was hoping there was a holster for it in the safe. Depending on what remained, Dan would be carrying a pistol and a rifle or shotgun on the way back, and so would she.
Dan didn’t turn his flashlight back on until they were upstairs in the master bedroom closet and ready to open the safe. It worked just like last time, and Marissa grinned when she saw that Dan had been right.
There was indeed a shotgun, another pistol, a hunting rifle, and a ‘small rifle’. “We’re taking it all and it’s a good thing I came along,” she said. The first thing she did was scan for a holster—of which there ended up being four. She took off her belt, threaded the holster on, seated the 9mm back on her left hip, and felt much more comfortable. “There, that was driving me nuts. Ok, your turn.”
The remaining pistol was smaller but still another 9mm, and designed to be used as a concealed-carry piece. Of the two remaining holsters to choose from, they decided on one that clipped onto Dan’s belt. “This will be convenient, only one caliber for the handguns.” There were nine boxes of 9mm left in the safe, which meant 500 rounds total. They took all nine boxes.
The shotgun was a Remington Super Express Magnum 12 gauge with a 28’ barrel. “Grab twenty boxes of,” Marissa paused for a second, “of the ‘zero-zero’ shells.”
Dan snorted. “Ok, sweetheart, I don’t know anything about guns but double-ought was around before guns were invented.” He smiled at her to take any sting out of the comment.
“Sorry, I wasn’t sure. We need slugs too, then.”
Dan gave her a blank look.
Marissa shook her head. “That would be bullets for the shotgun, dear; they say 12 GA Slug on the box.”
“Gotcha, how many?” Dan asked
“There’s only five to a box, so ten.”
That left the two rifles. Dan asked “Do we need them both?”
Marissa sighed, not out of frustration but because she was resigned to what she was about to say next, now that she had seen what was in the safe. “Yes, because I want to teach Bekah how to shoot the small one.”
Dan didn’t say anything at all, he couldn’t. He was thunderstruck.
“Don’t look at me like that; you’re going to learn on it too.” Marissa said. “That ‘little one’ is the venerable Ruger 10/22. It’s what my Dad first taught me how to shoot with when I was just a little older than Bekah and there’s no reason she can’t learn to shoot on it now too.”
She moved Dan’s hand to point the flashlight at the boxes of ammunition again. “That is the .22 ammunition.” She pointed it down to the bags, “and that is the 9mm ammunition. You are going to need practice no matter what. Each of those tubs has 2/3 as many rounds as all the 9mm in the safe.
“There are almost three hundred and fifty rounds of .22 in each of those tubs,” she pointed the flashlight back at the safe. The tubs were not quite twice the size of a butter tub. “And that ammo will allow you to get used to things going bang, Dan, and let Bekah and Jessie get used to it, too. And if Bekah can get good with a .22 there’s no reason she can’t hunt rabbit and squirrel, if there’s any left.”
“Ok, good point. I’m sorry; I just wasn’t expecting my eight-year-old daughter to have to learn to shoot a gun.” Dan was still visibly coming to grips with it, though.
“I didn’t expect her to have to either.” Marissa said softly.
After a quick hug they turned back to the task at hand. “Ok, let’s get this over with and get home.” Marissa said. “I hate leaving the girls by themselves.”
“What do we need for the rifle?” Dan asked.
After a quick examination, Marissa said they needed all ten boxes of .30-30. “It’s a .30-30, and the scope will come in handy even
Dan didn’t turn his flashlight back on until they were upstairs in the master bedroom closet and ready to open the safe. It worked just like last time, and Marissa grinned when she saw that Dan had been right.
There was indeed a shotgun, another pistol, a hunting rifle, and a ‘small rifle’. “We’re taking it all and it’s a good thing I came along,” she said. The first thing she did was scan for a holster—of which there ended up being four. She took off her belt, threaded the holster on, seated the 9mm back on her left hip, and felt much more comfortable. “There, that was driving me nuts. Ok, your turn.”
The remaining pistol was smaller but still another 9mm, and designed to be used as a concealed-carry piece. Of the two remaining holsters to choose from, they decided on one that clipped onto Dan’s belt. “This will be convenient, only one caliber for the handguns.” There were nine boxes of 9mm left in the safe, which meant 500 rounds total. They took all nine boxes.
The shotgun was a Remington Super Express Magnum 12 gauge with a 28’ barrel. “Grab twenty boxes of,” Marissa paused for a second, “of the ‘zero-zero’ shells.”
Dan snorted. “Ok, sweetheart, I don’t know anything about guns but double-ought was around before guns were invented.” He smiled at her to take any sting out of the comment.
“Sorry, I wasn’t sure. We need slugs too, then.”
Dan gave her a blank look.
Marissa shook her head. “That would be bullets for the shotgun, dear; they say 12 GA Slug on the box.”
“Gotcha, how many?” Dan asked
“There’s only five to a box, so ten.”
That left the two rifles. Dan asked “Do we need them both?”
Marissa sighed, not out of frustration but because she was resigned to what she was about to say next, now that she had seen what was in the safe. “Yes, because I want to teach Bekah how to shoot the small one.”
Dan didn’t say anything at all, he couldn’t. He was thunderstruck.
“Don’t look at me like that; you’re going to learn on it too.” Marissa said. “That ‘little one’ is the venerable Ruger 10/22. It’s what my Dad first taught me how to shoot with when I was just a little older than Bekah and there’s no reason she can’t learn to shoot on it now too.”
She moved Dan’s hand to point the flashlight at the boxes of ammunition again. “That is the .22 ammunition.” She pointed it down to the bags, “and that is the 9mm ammunition. You are going to need practice no matter what. Each of those tubs has 2/3 as many rounds as all the 9mm in the safe.
“There are almost three hundred and fifty rounds of .22 in each of those tubs,” she pointed the flashlight back at the safe. The tubs were not quite twice the size of a butter tub. “And that ammo will allow you to get used to things going bang, Dan, and let Bekah and Jessie get used to it, too. And if Bekah can get good with a .22 there’s no reason she can’t hunt rabbit and squirrel, if there’s any left.”
“Ok, good point. I’m sorry; I just wasn’t expecting my eight-year-old daughter to have to learn to shoot a gun.” Dan was still visibly coming to grips with it, though.
“I didn’t expect her to have to either.” Marissa said softly.
After a quick hug they turned back to the task at hand. “Ok, let’s get this over with and get home.” Marissa said. “I hate leaving the girls by themselves.”
“What do we need for the rifle?” Dan asked.
After a quick examination, Marissa said they needed all ten boxes of .30-30. “It’s a .30-30, and the scope will come in handy even
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