Oh My Darlin’, Please Don’t Shoot!

By Jim Hagarty

I remember the day we were married. I especially recall how well-behaved both the bride and groom were. We definitely put our best feet forward. I would say we got off to a pretty good start.

But we are polite Canadians, after all. How else could our wedding have gone?

Now had we been from Tennessee, things might have been different.

A case in point, just hours after saying “I do,” a Tennessee bride pulled a 9 mm pistol from her wedding dress, pointed it at her groom and pulled the trigger, according to court documents and media reports.

Kate Elizabeth Prichard, 25, of Kenton, Tennessee, faces a charge of aggravated domestic assault. Her husband, James Burton, was not injured in Monday’s incident.

As far as I know, my bride was not concealing a pistol in her wedding dress but if she did, she never produced it. I got off lucky, I think. She is very precise in the things she does. I don’t think she would have missed.

In the Tennessee case, responding officers let the husband know the honeymoon was over and his new wife was going to jail, police said. Prichard was still in her wedding dress when she was arrested.

Now, lest you get the idea there was no reason for the shooting, you would be wrong, of course. The incident followed an argument between the loving couple at the Clarion Inn motel near Murfreesboro, according to court documents.

Prichard at first pointed the gun her new husband’s head, and pulled the trigger, but no shot was fired. She then racked a round into the gun chamber and shot it into the air, the court documents show. So, not only did she have an empty head, but her gun wasn’t loaded either. That is, until she put some bullets in it.

However, when the cops showed up, both bride and groom stuck together and wouldn’t cooperate. Something tells me they’re gonna get along just fine.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 65-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.

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