I am officially a Wyomingite. It’s a huge change from being a Californian. I moved from the most conservative part of California to the most liberal part of Wyoming, and it’s still more conservative than what I dealt with in the socialist Golden State. The most important thing that I have realized since my move, is that freedom means not having to ask the state for permission . . .
It really is as simple as getting a Wyoming driver’s license. My California license came with more restrictions than anything, not to mention they had my eye color wrong on there. But nonetheless, the feeling of holding that Wyoming license in my hands for the first time felt like freedom.
This might be hard to explain to a person who has not experienced this, but there was a rush.
There was a knowing that I could literally drive to a pawn shop or gun store or call the guy with the ad in the local paper selling a gun and buy one. Buy it. Like, buy the gun, without paying the around $80 in taxes, fees, and registering it and waiting ten days to have an item I literally already own in my possession. I could go buy a gun and drive home with it loaded with more than ten round in the magazine without risking jail time. B
ut that’s not all…
I can now conceal any gun I want whenever I want and I don’t need to ask the state for permission. I can just put on whatever gun is best concealed in my outfit, and I have been.
Wyoming has Constitutional carry, but in order to legally open carry, according to the local sheriff’s office in Lincoln county, I was told that I need to be a resident for six months. But she also told me to “conceal what you want. You don’t even have to do that good of a job here. No one cares.”
Although I still try to make sure I am not printing (old habits die hard) and check myself out thoroughly in the mirror before going out, it still feels incredible. I have only been a legitimate Wyomingite for three days, and I have concealed three different guns, one of which I carried more than ten rounds in.
That is the most freeing feeling I think I could have ever felt. My California concealed carry permit is also null and void now that I am a resident of the state of Wyoming, and since open carrying in that socialist utopia is largely illegal, I will have to have a damn good reason to go back to that state.
Not only do I get to do yoga with the view of the Tetons in the background, I get to be free, and not have my income taxed, and I can buy any handgun I want. There is no special approved list. I literally have more freedom than my friends I left behind in California and I don’t have to beg for it.
Freedom. It means not having to ask for permission, and it feels incredible.