I grew up with two brothers in a family that spent winters hunting and all year round fishing. It is nothing new for anyone to have a firearm. Matter of fact it is odd not own a firearm in my family. The family that came down to Texas I feel sure carried guns to hunt and keep the family safe. I have no idea how or when it became scary or passé to own a firearm but it has.

There are days I honestly feel like my life is being lived outside these United States. I grew up hearing stories about Davy Crockett and Jim Bowie as Texas heroes. They did not cower at the thought that someone somewhere thought they were wrong. They fought for Texas, with pride because they understood how precious freedom from persecution is. It was no different in the American Revolution. People fought because there was something worth fighting for.

In order to have something worth fighting for you need to understand that these United States is what people worldwide long to see and live in. This blog is visited from all over the world. I thought it was a fluke. As I watched the stats I realize however brash or proud Texans sound we are one thing above all Envied! We are envied because as our lives become more boxed in we fight back. Do not ask a Texan what is wrong they do not mind telling you all about it. Everywhere else, they cower or risk being killed. We as Americans and Texans take that for granted every day. We walk around thinking it would be fine for a woman to speak their mind in Iran, yeah you just try it.

It is with great pride that as I go to asleep tonight in what is still a Republic of Texas I am well armed with firearms. In America today I can still own a firearm, because no matter what weirdos think I have a constitutional right to do so. By the way, I am a great shot. My dad was a gun instructor. I learned to shoot before I went to junior high. I never played with the firearms in my house they are deadly weapons. It is something every firearm owner should teach their kids, and my kids learned the first day they saw one.

I plan never to give up my right to carry a weapon, call me Charlton Heston! Every time I walk into a building where there is a sign about concealed guns are not allowed I think back about the mass killings in Killeen at the Luby’s. If one person had one firearm, there would be survivors and not so many funerals.

We may not have one by a grand margin, but the constitution is still alive tonight and I am very happy about it. I have decided to join a blog log called Come and Take It, it was the cry from Texans fight the Mexicans for this state. I have linked the history to the name as well as the title. As always, I believe my blog is a part of education and history as well as entertainment. It is with great pride I fly what I consider the flag that means the most to me.

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