On the Texas highways, which gun would you take?


March 10, 2004, 05:41 PM
I'm set to drive to Giddings, TX to visit a friend which is about 100 miles away from Houston. I'll be leaving Friday afternoon and coming back Saturday evening or Sunday.

Not really a long trip, but I'd like to take at least one gun with me. Who knows, I might find a gun range between here and Giddings, or I might encounter trouble.

Of my collection, which would you take? How about limit to one long arm and one handgun. Yes, I do have a Texas CHL.


Smith and Wesson 686 .357 magnum with 2.5" barrel (high on my list)
Glock 19 9mm (also pretty high)
Browning Buckmark Micro (would be fun)
Norinco 1911 .45

Long arm:

Beretta CX4 9mm, with four hi-cap mags (perfect if I take a 9mm pistol)
RRA AR-15 M4-type
Remington 870 Police 12 gauge with wood furniture
Marlin 39 Mountie lever-action .22lr (would be very fun, if I encounter rabbits or such along the way)

Giddings has a population of about 5,000 near the center of Texas (between Austin and Brenham).

I will also be packing my mobile SHTF backpack with water bladder and food rations "just in case". I don't expect any trouble, but I want to be prepared for anything, as you can appreciate. Who knows, I might stop for gas at a remote gas station in Podunk, Texas, and rub the local biker gang the wrong way. (They have the Bandidos here) :)

Also, how much ammo do you recommend for this trip for each firearm?

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March 10, 2004, 05:55 PM
G19-comfortable to carry while driving/ good for carry during gas stops, food stops, ect.

870P- speaks for itself.

March 10, 2004, 05:58 PM
:D What a great thread Title!!:D LOL

Personally, I'd take them all on a road trip. BTJM. You wouldn't have to worry about burglary while gone and anything from rabbits to shtf while on the road would be covered.

March 10, 2004, 06:14 PM
Some info about the Bandidos. Not what I'd want to run across.


The club was formed in 1966 in Houston by Donald Eugene Chambers. He forms an outlaw motorcycle club to control drug trafficking and prostitution in Texas. He sees a T.V. commercial with the Frito Bandido raising hell to sell potato chips. Chambers calls his gang the Bandidos. He even adopts the fat, machete and pistol welding cartoon cowboy as the club's colors.

The Bandidos, also called the Bandido Nation, are the fastest growing outlaw motorcycle gang in the U.S.. The club has about 30 chapters and 500 members. It even has an Australian chapter, acquired with much bloodletting. The club is concentrated in Texas and extends into Louisiana, Mississippi, Arkansas, New Mexico, Colorado, South Dakota and Washington State. The Bandidos are run by a mother chapter made up of a president, four regional vice presidents and regional and local chapter officers.

The Bandidos are involved in drug trafficking, prostitution, contract murder, fencing, extortion, stealing and running weapons, welfare and bank fraud, and arson. The bikers make most of their money manufacturing and selling methamphetamine. Club members and associates who are pilots smuggle drugs and guns across the border and state lines.

A NOMAD chapter takes care of Bandido security,
counterintelligence and internal discipline. The chapter is made up of charter members who have been with the club for more than 5 years. The elite group does not live in one area, although many of its members gravitate to Lubbock, Texas. The chapter compiles files on police forces and outlaw motorcycle gangs they-consider enemies.

The Bandidos' alliance with the Outlaws began in 1978 in an effort to expand their drug network. The Outlaws provide the Bandidos with cocaine that they get from Colombian and Cuban suppliers. Both clubs socialize in Bandidos controlled towns. They also own a nightclub together in Oklahoma City. The clubs consider themselves sister organizations and wear each other's tattoos.

March 10, 2004, 06:37 PM
It's good to be aware of all types of crimes and possible threats, but if I were you I'd be more concerned with random drug addicts/murderers/car-jackers. Although I wouldnt put it past some of the members of this gang, most organized criminals have bigger fish to fry. Or so it would seem.
Although there is a good article in American HandGunner this month about a motorcycle gang that mistakenly deciced to take their road rage out on a Class III armed motorist. Historically though the biker gangs have avoided conflict with civilians.

Ive heard of punks who specialize in casing out rest areas and Interstate stop-and-robs, ect. looking for possible prey. Be aware of folks who pay you a little too much attention, pace you ect.

March 10, 2004, 06:39 PM
The clubs consider themselves sister organizations and wear each other's tattoos.

Be sure to ask about that next time you see one. "Hey, I hear you guys are sisters with the Outlaws, wear each other's stuff...."

March 10, 2004, 06:44 PM
If I see one, I will not ask. I will not make eye contact. I will just leave.


Mark Tyson
March 10, 2004, 06:45 PM
My opinion: take the Smith and the 870, though I doubt you'll need the latter.

Although there is a good article in American HandGunner this month about a motorcycle gang that mistakenly deciced to take their road rage out on a Class III armed motorist.

Holy Toledo! Give us the details - or I'll have to go buy the magazine just for that story.

March 10, 2004, 06:47 PM
(between Austin and Brenham).

mmmmm.... Brenham. You gonna stop by the Bluebell Ice Cream plant?

Oh, yeah, the guns..

Take the S&W .357 and the .22 Marlin. You obviously like the Smith and you can never go wrong with a .22.

Standing Wolf
March 10, 2004, 06:50 PM
The Bandidos are involved in drug trafficking, prostitution, contract murder, fencing, extortion, stealing and running weapons, welfare and bank fraud, and arson.

Kerry supporters, in short.

March 10, 2004, 06:52 PM
You make a compelling argument for the Smith and the Marlin, Fly320s.

They are both my P & J guns (pride and joy). The 686 had its action tweaked by a Performance Center smith, and the single action is to die for, while the DA is lighter and crisp.

The Marlin is a carbine with straight stock (no pistol grip), and it will feed and shoot anything (being tube-fed).

Oh, as for Blue Bell ice cream, I can get that any ole where in Texas, but I may stop in Brenham to check it out.

March 10, 2004, 07:03 PM
On a lighter note, here is a pic near Giddings, TX. Surely there are some rabbits here.

Ala Dan
March 10, 2004, 07:05 PM
G-19 and Remington 870

Best Wishes,
Ala Dan, N.R.A. Life Member

March 10, 2004, 07:09 PM
I second the Glock and the 870.;)

March 10, 2004, 07:33 PM
Holy Toledo! Give us the details - or I'll have to go buy the magazine just for that story.

Mark, http://www.findarticles.com has American Handgunner on file :)

Source (http://www.findarticles.com/cf_0/m0BTT/168_28/112685749/p1/article.jhtml)

"F*** you and your high powered rifle!"
The Gary Fadden incident.(The Ayoob files)
American Handgunner, March-April, 2004, by Massad Ayoob

Situation: A road-rage incident escalates into a deadly pursuit.

Lesson: Keep communications as handy as your gun. Bad guys fear resolutely armed people, not weapons. Remember that full auto can stop a fight--but start an indictment.

It's amazing how often a criminal will say something unbelievably stupid just before he forces a decent citizen to kill him. For many years I've been piecing together a book subtitled "Famous Last Words of Scumbags." The working title will come from the most memorable such incident: "F*** You and Your Automatic Rifle!"

The shooter was Gary Fadden. The incident took place some 20 years ago. Only now is Gary comfortable speaking of it, in hopes that others may learn from lessons that cost him very deeply.

The Incident

Sunday, February 24, 1984, approximately 2 PM. Gary Fadden, 26, and his lovely 22 year old fiancee are driving from a birthday party in Martinsburg, WV, into Virginia to look at some property for what they hope will be their starter home after their marriage. It's a bitterly cold day, and with the winter coats in the back of a new '84 Ford F-250 supercab 4WD diesel pickup, the Pendleton-clad Fadden looks from a distance like a harmless Yuppie. That means he and the pretty brunette look like prey to another kind of person.

Heading east on Rt. 50, they are passed by a Harley-Davidson motorcycle with two people astride, the operator cutting in front of him so sharply that he has to brake suddenly. Gary comments to his fiancee how cold they must be riding a bike on a low 30s day, and that driving as carelessly as he is, the cyclist needs to worry about sudden patches of ice.

A few minutes later, he spots a Chevy pickup in his rearview mirrors. It contains three people. One passenger is gesturing to him to pull over. Gary doesn't know what these scruffy guys want and he ignores them. But then he sees the passenger waving a knife, and the driver bringing up a revolver.

Gary says to his fiancee, in what will probably be the understatement of his life, "We've got a bit of a problem here."


It is 1984, long before the universal coming of cell phones, and there is no other communications in the vehicle. They are entering Middleburg, a town of perhaps 800, and stop at a red light. Behind them, Gary can see both males exit their truck and run toward him. The driver's hand is actually on Gary's door handle when he pops the clutch and sends his new truck screeching through the intersection against the light. The two men run back to their older pickup, and the chase is on.

They're almost on his bumper. Gary accelerates, hitting open road now, zig-zagging between reaching 95 miles an hour when the speed governor cuts in. Not only are the pursuers keeping pace but he sees the driver aiming a revolver at him out his window. Honking his horn and flashing his lights when he runs into a cluster of automobiles, passing them sometimes on the shoulder of the road and spraying rooster-tails of gravel, Gary still cannot elude the truck behind him.

Gary is desperately looking for a police car he can flag down. He doesn't see one. The chase has gone for 22 miles now and they're getting into a more compact area again. Coming up is an intersection tic knows well: he goes through it every day on his way to work. Even on Sunday it will be clogged. He forms a plan quickly: if the light is in his favor, he'll go through it and keep going, hoping to find police in a more populated area. If the light is against him, he'll turn right, and make for the plant where he works on Chantilly Road.

The light stays red. Gary cuts hard right, heading for what he hopes will be the sanctuary of the workplace. Behind him, he can see that the pursuers haven't given up an inch. "I've got my pass card through the gates and the front door," he tells his fiancee urgently. "We'll get into the building and we can hide. They can't find us. We'll call the cops from there."

He pulls into the front area of the plant, the automatic mechanism taking an achingly long time to raise the gate. As the gate opens, the pursuing truck comes to a stop behind his, both men jumping out and running to Gary's Ford, their hands clawing at his door handles. He guns the engine and gels away from them, sweeping up to the front door and locking up the brakes in a skid.

The plant is Heckler and Koch.

Gary Fadden is a salesman for HK, and among the rest of their firearms, he sells machine guns. In the truck with him is a competitor's weapon he has acquired to test, a Ruger AC556, the selective-fire assault version of the .223 Mini-14. He grabs it now as he throws open the truck door, hoping to hold them off at gunpoint. lie knows his fiancee can't make it to the building's door now, and he screams to her to get down on the floor of the Ford.

The Shooting

The passenger is running toward him, an average size man in ratty clothes with stringy hair, a long beard, and an expression of absolute rage.

The selector switch and manual safety of the AC556 are in two different locations. Gary has not yet fired this weapon and, though he has taken off the safety, he doesn't know whether the switch is set for semi, three-shot burst, or full auto. He yells "Stop or I'll shoot," points the muzzle upward, and pulls the trigger for a warning shot.

The weapon is set on full automatic. Everything is going into deep slow motion, and Gary is aware that the Ruger spits a burst of nine shots before he can get his finger back off the trigger.

There is no effect whatsoever. The attacker is still running at him, perhaps ten yards away and closing fast, reaching for knives at his belt with each hand. The assailant screams, "F*** you and your high powered rifle! I'm gonna kill you motherf***ers!"

And Gary Fadden has run out of time. He lowers the Ruger, points it at the charging knifer, and pulls the trigger one more time. in the ethereal slow motion of profound tachypsychia, Gary can see the spent .223 shells arcing lazily out of the mechanism. He stops the burst, aware that six shots have been fired, as the man in front of him falls heavily to the ground.

Gary moves quickly, putting a big brick planter between himself and the onrushing pickup as cover. The truck stops and the driver, the larger of the two bearded men, shrieks. "F*** you! You killed one of the brothers! You shot him, you motherf***er!" Gary's weapon is level and ready, but this time instead of waving the revolver, the man looks as if he's trying to hide it in the cab of his truck. Gary can see now that the third person in the truck, the one who has always stayed in the cab, is a woman.

And then, the police are there. "They've got guns," Gary shouts to the officers disgorging from two patrol cars. He sets his rifle down and steps back as the officers swarm the pickup truck, taking the surviving man and woman into custody. In a moment, a cop is standing with Gary. "I did it," Gary says. The cop answers, "Did what?" "I shot that man." The officer picks up the AC556. "It's loaded," Gary warns, "Do you want me to unload it'?" The policeman answers. "No, I'll do it. Why don't you sit down?"

Gary Fadden sits on the curb. For a moment, it seems as if the whole bizarre nightmare is over. Unfortunately, it has only begun.


The man he had shot. Billy "Too Loose" Hamilton, was dead. He had been hit by all six rounds of Winchester 55 grain FMJ, headstamped "'WCC81." One bullet had struck behind the lateral midline in the instant that he turned away from the gunfire, taking out a chunk of his spine as is skidded across his back from side to side. This would be interpreted later by the prosecutor as having been "shot in the back."

The partner, who went by the name of "Papa Zoot," had gotten his weapons out of his hands by the time police arrived. In the front of the five-year-old Chevy pickup that had chased Fadden for more than 20 miles, police found a .22 auto pistol and a four-inch Smith & Wesson L-frame .357 Magnum. The revolver had three live and three empty cartridges in the cylinder. More fired brass was on the floor, and a plastic bag with more live amino was open on the seat. Though Fadden heard no shots and no bullets hit his truck, he was convinced then and now that they were shooting at him during the chase.

Hamilton's two knives, a Schrade folding hunter and a nondescript fixed blade, were found with his corpse.

Gary Fadden was arrested that night and charged with 1st degree murder. His family raised $60,000 bail. He hired DC attorney Gerry Treanor to defend him. Treanor, at Gary's request, retained John Farnam and I as expert witnesses. Today, Gary remembers, "Two prosecutors wouldn't touch it until the third took it. It was all political because of the automatic weapon."

The weeklong trial took place in October of 1984. Word had reached Gary that Papa Zoot had bought a .30/06 rifle and sworn a "blood oath" to kill him. I was driving toward Fairfax County when I got the message from Gary's lawyer that John and I wouldn't be needed because the prosecution had self-destructed. On the stand, Papa Zoot and the woman had testified that Gary had tried to run their biker brother off the road, and they had just followed 22 miles to get his license tag. Defense lawyer Treanor took them apart on cross-examination. An undercover detective broke his cover to testify that the deceased and Papa Zoot "put a bomb in my car. They like to rough people up." The prosecutor made such a show of waving the machine gun that the judge made a point of instructing the jury that the death weapon had nothing whatsoever to do with whether or not the shooting was self-defense. The jury learned that Gary purchased the AC-556 personally and that it was perfectly legal to possess the weapon.

By the start of trial, the charge had been dropped to second-degree murder, and as the trial collapsed around the prosecutor's ears, he offered a plea to manslaughter, which Gary flatly rejected. At the end, when it was announced that the jury had found Gary Fadden Not Guilty on all counts, Fadden recalls that the self-same prosecutor snapped--in open court, in front of Gary's mother--"'You've let a murderer loose!"

"'H&K protected me," says Gary. "They picked up the tab for about half of my legal bills, and got all the publicity for it, until I quit a few years later. Florian Deltgen (at that time CEO at HK) told me after an argument with the vice president that one or the other of us probably had to go, and the vice president wasn't going anywhere. I accepted a job offer from Beretta USA and then resigned from H&K. Deltgen stuck me with the remaining bill, which I paid off at 10% interest." The bill had amounted to more than $45,000. Gary was 34 years old before he had paid everything back.

Dr. Deltgen is no longer with Heckler and Koch.


Have communication. In 1984, only the rich had phones in their cars. Today, Gary Fadden is never without a charged-up cell phone. He knows that if he'd had one that day he could have called the police, who would have been able to interdict his pursuers before the thing became a killing situation.

Flight can trigger pursuit. Prey that flees inflames the pursuit instinct of predators. This is why we teach our children never to run from snarling dogs. Gary Fadden did what society told him to do when facing criminals: he ran. They chased. By the time they caught up with him, Billy Hamilton was in such a rage to kill that he could not be deterred.

Understand how deterrence really works. Papa Zoot and Too Loose had guns and amino and knives in their truck with them. In Gary's truck were a Remington Nylon 66.22 rifle (for plinking, and never touched during the incident), a 9mm HK VP70Z pistol, and the AC556 with enough amino for perhaps tour full magazines. None were loaded at the start. The pistol was loaded and placed in the console during the chase, and the rifle was at that point loaded and placed conspicuously on the dashboard by Gary in hopes that it would deter file pursuit. It did not.

When Gary Fadden stepped out of his new Ford at the climax of the chase, most of us would have seen him as an intimidating presence. The man stands six feet eight and weighed 260 pounds at the time, and he was holding a machine gun. His pursuers were unimpressed.

Later identified as belonging to one of the "big four" outlaw motorcycle clubs, Too Loose and Papa Zoot were members of an armed subculture themselves. They did not fear guns. Zoot was about 6'4" and 240 himself, and neither man feared big guys dressed like something off the cover of an L.L. Bean catalog. It is critical to understand this: Criminals don't fear guns. Criminals fear resolutely armed men or women they believe will actually shoot them.

22 miles of running away from them had left these wolves convinced that they were dealing with a large sheep, not the sharp-fanged sheepdog Gary Fadden turned out to be. Testimony that "they liked to rough people up" shows that they had a lot of ego invested in brutalizing others. Perhaps Hamilton, in his last moment on earth, took Fadden's warning burst as an indication of unwillingness to shoot him. Toxicology screen after death showed Hamilton to have a .19% blood alcohol content. This is a level of intoxication consistent with inhibitions being at their lowest. Gary Fadden sums it up today, "The mouse had run, and the cat was loose. Physical size was no deterrent. The gun was no deterrent with these people. If you pull a gun, you'd better be ready to use it."

Politically incorrect "assault weapons" make politically incorrect defendants. Though he didn't say it in so many words, prosecutor Jack Robbins' case against Fadden seemed to be, "I say, Muffy, people of breeding simply don't shoot criminals with machine guns in Fairfax County! Now, had he used a civilized weapon like a Browning Superposed ... and preferably shot him on the rise ... "

You and I know that Class III holders are the ultimate "card carrying good guys and gals." That particular card says they have been investigated for six months by the Federal government and been found trustworthy to possess machine guns. Unfortunately, most of the public in the jury pool, and most politically motivated prosecutors, don't know that. Every self-defense shooting I've run across with a Class III weapon, however justified, has at the very least ended with the shooter facing a grand jury. Asked what he thinks would have happened if he'd shot Hamilton with a Remington 870 Wingmaster instead, Fadden replies with certainty, "I would have gone home that night. I've told dozens of people since, 'Do not use a Class III weapon for personal defense."' Today, the guns Gary is likely to have in his car have neutral images: an M-1 .30 carbine, and a 10mm Glock 20 pistol.

Be there for your friends. It was stunning how many people he had trusted shunned Gary after the shooting, and particularly, after his indictment. He cherishes those who stood beside him through the ordeal, particularly Jim Stone and Rick DeMilt and, most particularly, knife-maker Al Mar.

Much later, after his AC556 had been returned to him by the courts, Gary gave that gun to Al Mar, another man who appreciated a fine weapon of any kind. On its stock was a brass plate engraved "To Al Mar, Because You Understand."

Gary says, "For twenty years now, I've cherished every morning I've gotten up, because I earned every moment of my life. I fought for it."

After Al Mar's death, Gary Fadden scraped up the money to buy his knife business, and he is CEO of Al Mar Knives to this day. One good man carrying on the work of another. It seems fitting.

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March 10, 2004, 07:38 PM
Glock on your hip, 686 in the center console, 870 in the trunk. :D

March 10, 2004, 08:04 PM
Great story Zundfolge. I wonder how you could get that job (salesman for HK) that Gary had?

March 10, 2004, 08:15 PM
Glock and RRA M4. Too much firepower is never enough :).

I know the Sheriff in Giddings. Good People.

Just my .02,

March 10, 2004, 09:03 PM
Let's see, a hundred mile drive------tatical folder, P 3AT. Yep, I'm good to go!

March 11, 2004, 01:19 AM
Got cousins that live there.

Half the pickups in the area have a firearms of some kind in them and every house does.

I have a 12 ga in my truck and I carry a .45 cal Glock model. 30. No one even blinks when they see them.

Carry whatever you want. It will make for good conversation.


March 11, 2004, 09:07 AM
The glock for carry, the smith for BUG, and the Beretta storm in case of Nazi Zombie Bear Bikers.

March 11, 2004, 09:31 AM
All this talk about biker gangs reminded me about the time I had some vacation and was driving to visit my folks in another state. I had a .357 in the console "just in case" with a couple of speedloaders so I was prepared for roadway unpleasantness.

Well, after an hour or so on the road, my body decided it was through with my morning coffee, so I decided to pause at the next rest stop.

Right before I turned off, I saw about 100 motorcycles in there. Hmmm . . . worst case scenario: 100 bikers. Six rounds, no time to use speedloaders. Remaining odds: 94-to-1. Uh-oh.

It took me all of two seconds to decide NOT to turn off here.

Given the circumstances, I'd make the same decision again, though it wouldn't take me so long to make up my mind.

I kept going to the NEXT rest stop.

But thanks to the coffee I'd had, it WAS the longest 20 miles I ever drove. :eek:

Anyway, for your question . . . for trouble, take the Glock in an IWB holster and at least one spare magazine, plus the M4 clone and several loaded mags. (Common ammo between the Glock and the Storm is less important since the mags are different.) Ammo? How much do you have? ;)

Eskimo Jim
March 11, 2004, 09:48 AM
This is a tough call. I'm going through a revolver craze right now so I'd go with the 686.

I'd suggest your 686 with some speed loaders. The 870 might be the most versitle between super personal defense, rabbit hunting and maybe some clays when you get to your destination.


March 11, 2004, 09:54 AM
Kind of O.T. to Min's post, but pertaining to the article..

Today, the guns Gary is likely to have in his car have neutral images: an M-1 .30 carbine, and a 10mm Glock 20 pistol.

Would not the M-1 give the impression of a Military rifle (not quite "neutral"), as opposed to the 870 which most everyone would understand??
(shotgun=personal protection/hunting)
(military=human hunting)

My reply to Min, G-19 and Remington 870.


March 11, 2004, 09:58 AM
Be sure to eat at the "City Meat Market". Get there early for lunch or they will be out of all the BBQ and just have sausage left (still good though).

March 11, 2004, 10:07 AM
G-19, 870 and one of your .22s for wabbits.

Also a cell phone, a big old mag light at hand, new-ish tires and a tuned-up vehicle with gas purchased as often as possible at places that look safe.

March 11, 2004, 10:10 AM
Well, I really don't expect to run across any Bandidos (except maybe in Lubbock), and if I do, I'd be real polite.

I was bringing up a possible (and not TOO far-fetched) source of trouble.

I'd like to bring a couple of firearms with me anyway, just to have while away from home.

March 11, 2004, 10:14 AM
Why not just carry the gun you shoot the best?

You're more likely to need a weapon in Houston than in Giddings, unless you're looking for range time.


March 11, 2004, 10:26 AM
Oh, come one, M-1 Carbines are down-right CUTE. :)

March 11, 2004, 10:31 AM
Never took a shine to the M-1 carbine. It's cute, sure, but the cartridge could be substituted with so many others in terms of performance.

For me, I like (in a long arm) .357 mag, .44 mag, 5.56, 7.62 x 39, 7.62 x 51

March 11, 2004, 10:40 AM
Glock on your hip, 686 in the center console, 870 in the trunk.

Hard to argue with that! :p

March 11, 2004, 11:24 AM
Glock on your hip. Smith in the glove box. 870 on the floor. In case of real deep crapola in the middle of nowhere, the M4 and six mags in the trunk. I once broke down on the CA/AZ border with three kids, their dad, and nothing but a Ka-bar. Firepower is a good thing.

March 11, 2004, 12:43 PM
I agree, glock on the hip, smith in the console, and 870 on the floor.

March 11, 2004, 01:06 PM
I'd take the 686, the Glock, and the 12-gauge. Ammo: 18 rounds for the 686, with two speed-loaders, 50 rounds for the Glock, 20 for the 12-gauge.

Have fun--the bluebonnets might be starting to come out! :)

March 11, 2004, 02:10 PM
Good grief! Do you really need help deciding what gun to bring every time you drive 100 miles?! If I had that problem I'd have a new thread just about every week.


brad cook

March 11, 2004, 02:12 PM
Good grief! Do you really need help deciding what gun to bring every time you drive 100 miles?! If I had that problem I'd have a new thread just about every week.

Yes. :D

Choices, choices...

OK looks like the 870, the Glock, and the Smith gets to go on a road trip, and I might sneak in a .22.

Eskimo Jim
March 11, 2004, 02:25 PM
Go ahead, just give us warning so we can cut and paste our answers from trip to trip.:neener:

There you go Min, take a bunch a long:evil:
Very rarely is a 22lr out of place


Kurt S.
March 11, 2004, 02:32 PM
I logged a few Austin Chalk wells around Giddings back in the 80's. Nice drive this time of year.

Let's see, limited to one handgun & one long gun, to Giddings....I'd take the Smith .357 and the Marlin if I had your set of guns, but that's just me. Now, when then wife & I go out to Brewster County, we generally have 3 or 4 handguns and 2 or 3 long guns, and I still get hammered from my buddies out there for not bringing enough guns.

A Kentucky trip usually finds us with the NAA Guardian, a S & W Model 60, a .22 rifle and a .22 handgun of some sort. Both my brothers-in-law and mom & dad have plenty of space to shoot up there.

March 11, 2004, 05:14 PM
From your list I'd take the Glock 19 and the Beretta and a few boxes of Wally World White Label.

J Jones
March 11, 2004, 05:19 PM
Wheelgun, tupperware and the 870.

Art Eatman
March 11, 2004, 05:44 PM
Been driving 290 between Austin and Houston halfway regularly since 1963. The biggest problem I ever found was deciding where to get a bite to eat, or where to gas up the car or truck. Saw an "almost" road-rager in Houston, one time, back around 1970. :)

The Bandidos aren't given to bothering folks, particularly out on the road. Not their style. You go to one of their hangouts and run your mouth, that's a different story. Most folks are smarter than that, however.

There's a good little country cafe not far west of the Brazos river, at a little wide-spot community. A good restaurant--with reasonable prices--on the east edge of Giddings, out by the WalMart. And, yeah, the sausage from the Meat Market in the middle of town is just plumb to die for! And for some reason, the gasoline prices in Giddings are often a few cents lower than elsewhere.

Dunno about a place to shoot; I wuz always just Passin' Through.

:), Art

March 11, 2004, 06:13 PM
Have to remember...Meat Market in central Giddings...

I will take a .22, probably the Marlin. Lever actions and small towns go together well. Then, I will take the 870 for trunk defense gun, and the Glock 19 for always-with-me gun. I will take the 686 for center console gun. That ought to do it.

I really hope I find a place to shoot around there this weekend. And if not a range, so much the better. My car is not going to get good gas mileage with all that lead to haul!

I will also pack a digicam.

Thanks for all the suggestions.

J Jones
March 11, 2004, 06:17 PM
My car is not going to get good gas mileage with all that lead to haul!

Put duct tape over the seams to get a few extra mph or mpg. ;)

March 11, 2004, 06:48 PM
I've also heard that Monzi's Fine Cuisine is excellent.

brad cook

March 11, 2004, 10:00 PM

There's NO question in my mind that the 870 would go with me, 'cause it does. One thing I haven't seen mentioned, if you want to take the tire(s) off a threatening vehicle it's gonna be easier with the shotgun.

I'd probably take the Smith also, were I he. But since I'm not & I have something else, I'll take the H&K USP compact in .40.


Jim Washburn
March 11, 2004, 10:56 PM
I shot at the Fayette County Gun Club once, and it was fine. They charged me five bucks as a non-member. It's on 77 between Giddings and La Grange.



March 12, 2004, 03:28 AM
I'd probably take the Smith also, were I he.

I DO like the .357 magnum cartridge a lot. Out of this compact but heavy gun, it makes a loud boom and fireball flash, and a very satisfying thump of a recoil. I don't have to tell you what it does to the target!

March 13, 2004, 12:16 AM
I took my 586 when driving across Texas on highway ten. I used it daily to prop my eyelids open and to lock the steering wheel in place so I could sleep while I drove.:D

March 13, 2004, 09:05 AM
Historically though the biker gangs have avoided conflict with civilians.

Weren't most biker clubs non-violent in the first place?:confused:

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