Technically, this isn't "concealed carry" but carry under the "new" Texas castle doctrine.
I have an 83-year old woman at church who seems to be just as gentle as a soft southern breeze and sweet as a pecan pie, as prim and proper as her 85 pound body (no joke...and she's put on weight...last Christmas she was down to 73 pounds!) will allow.
Her house is only a couple miles from my gun club/range and I mentioned something about going over that afternoon. The conversation wandered to guns, and before I could say "boo" she was touting the virtues of her four - count 'em - .38 Special revolvers she had stashed in her house, purse and car. "I would rather have a big .357 Magnum," she said, "but I think the recoil would knock me on my fannie."
Let me tell you, I would rather mess with a pit bull than this sweet looking grannie. She's loaded for bear, and from what I've seen, she knows how to make Mr. Smith & Mr. Wesson sing.
Q