A friend had taught me to use a handgun many years ago; he was a former Army gunsmith, and himself a gun collector - and the owner of my all-time favorite 9mm to shoot. He also taught me about hand-loading ammunition. It was all 'his thing'. (My thing, other than blogs is dogs-look! that rhymes).
While taking on the power of attorney for a cousin of mine during his divorce from a crazy woman, because he went to China on a very long consulting job (when they were building their dam /hydroelectric system) I had to contend with her as a stalker. First the civil restraining order, then eventually a criminal restraining order - the difference being with the second one, so long as she was close enough to shoot, I had legal probable cause to do so. That was when I got a gun of my own, for very specific protection when I was advised that my life was under a real and legitimate threat - not some vague hypothetical protection paranoia. Otherwise I wouldn't be a gun owner, but I would enjoy rare occasional target or skeet shooting with friends. I took a combat pistol class, a more rigorous class than needed for the permit to carry, because I was advised it would be more useful to someone who might actually need to shoot another human being. I also felt that firearms would be generically less frightening if I knew how to use them, clean them, take them apart, etc. If I ever needed to use one in an emergency, I damn well wanted to know how to take the safety off.
Fortunately I never needed to shoot anyone - but I would have, if the occasion occurred to do so.
Unfotunately, my gun expert friend died a few years ago of cancer, so I no longer find enjoyment in target shooting for fun or to stay in practice.
A mutual acquaintance of all of ours represented himself to be a member of the Minnesota Highway Patrol - had the outfit and everything, routinely carried a gun, would even stop people. Turned out he had a psychiatric discharge from the navy, was not what anyone would call sane, and was kind of scary....yet he legally had bought a gun, due to the failure of background checks. I reported him to the police but it was my gunsmith friend who somehow persuaded him to leave me alone. I don't know what he did or how he did it; I just know this person stopped being a problem for me. But it did make me feel more safe to know that I already had the gun, the training to use it safely and accurately, and the permit.
So....this is pretty ballsy of me, on such short acquaintance, but would you like to post something of mine about my gun experiences on your blog? How-I-came-to-own-a-gun?
I think it might add an interesting dimension, because while there are female gun owners, my experiences were that I was the only woman in my combat pistol class, and usually the only woman at the shooting range most of the time. It kind of ties in to Congresswoman Giffords being a gun owner, having been in legitimate fear of violence, and a recent gun violence victim.