How do They Love Them? – Let Me Count the Ways
Meet the Lady With Her AR-15 Named ‘Sprinkles’ Below
Girls just love guns. They really do. And they come in all shapes and sizes…the guns and the girls.
Many of us might tend to think the girls are just living mannequins when it comes to things like gun shows where they very effective traffic stoppers. But they are also serious gunslingers that the market is chasing after. So why the change?
Well, we have all heard of the cutbacks in police budgets and the slowdowns in response times. In more rural areas police seldom arrive to an incident until after it is over.
And then the coroner is next on the scene.
I experienced this up close and personal at the Fox Theater in downtown in the early 80’s Atlanta. After the concert I advised my date that we just sit and wait until the traffic cleared out from the deck parking. Going out with the rush was a right side up version of getting off the Poseidon Adventure, the movie where the ship inverted and the law of the jungle prevailed in the panic to get out.
We finally left and went down the parking deck stairs to our level with just a few cars on it and began walking to the other side to my car.
Then, out of the stairwell on the other side poured a group of black teens 7 or 8, walking toward us and not talking to each other which was not a good sign. I whispered to my date that no matter what happened to stay close to me and scream as loud as she could.
As I veered to not be walking directly toward them they veered also to stay right in front of me, bad sign number two, so I put both my hands into my long sport coat pocket. Then they quickly split into two groups and went left and right to encircle us with just one in front, the shortest one actually.
It was decision time. Even with my little gun, if a couple of them were armed and all around me, the odds were not good for a favorable shoot out…and I had the girl there. One always has to assume the father will kill you even if you survive and the daughter get’s hurt. So plan number one was to try to bluff them if I could get hold of one.
And then the angels smiled on me. He stepped right up to me, pulled out a cigarette and asked I had a light. I couldn’t believe he was offering to lean over for me. I replied that I sure did.
I grabbed his afro by my left hand and I pulled my gun out at the same time, a little 25 automatic, and put it right between his eyes and had a very short conversation with him about what was going to happen if I counted to three and could still see any of his buddies.
They vanished like ghosts, and then he got his three count and vanished, too. Then she and I got the hell out of there.
At that time in Atlanta they had had a gang kidnapping couples leaving nightclubs, robbing them and gang raping the girl.
It would be many years later before I learned that black on white rape was an epidemic and the statistics were ignored by everybody….35,000 a year versus 100. I will be doing a feature article this summer on this ongoing and censored tragedy.
My date later told me that if she knew I had even owned a gun she would have stopped going out with me as ‘only rednecks and inferiority complex people carried them’.
As you might expect, she became an instant convert and when she went back to Tampa was down at the gun store with her dad and getting her first one.
She followed my advice to buy ten boxes of ammo to start her draw and shoot practice, as a weapon is almost useless in a bad situation if you are really not proficient at using it.
But now-a-days the ladies can take you down at a distance, and do a bunch at one time. Our anonymous lady with the rifle named Sprinkles wants to tell us all about her accessories.
It gave me the feeling she was mixing it up with her pet. I just could not pass this one up folks. It’s just precious. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.
I will do another one of these later on with the knowledgeable anonymous Sprinkles lady. She is also a concealed carry girl, and I had no idea of all the places you could hide a gun. I think for public safety reasons we all should be aware, to avoid accidents, of course.
And lastly, for those of you who are going to email me about using a crass featured image in such a prestigious publication as VT, I deny that is the case.
And to prove it I have provided you a really really crass image below, to establish a base line for us all on what crass is. I would never publish and image like this except to make an editorial point.
And I know what some of you are thinking. No…that is not me back when I had hair and beard. And that is not my wife, or former wife.
But if this guy ever runs for a political office he is going to have to deal with this photo somehow…as I will about my Chippendale dancer days. So lock and load, and careful with the pat downs !!