Brian41
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first time i got made was easter sunday-- the whole fam damily was over at my grandmother's house-- i'd had my CCW for about 9 months (still 21 and in college at the time). Anyway, i'm making hamburger patties for lunch, so my sleeves are rolled up and the vest with the 3 piece suit i was wearing had ridden up over the butt of my P89, and my 9 year old cousin says, "are you a police man?" to which i reply.... nope. I then locked my piece in the glove box in the truck. It ends up i lucked out in family. One uncle and my grandpa are avid hunters, and the other uncle, anunt, both their daughters, and one of teh daughters husbands all worked for the sherif's dept, so all the guys in teh family sit around and talk guns during holiday dinners.
another time i was made was driving my sister's little sports car. As this was before i had received my permit via snail mail, the gun was in a holster muzzle down between the driver's seat and the console, as you can carry in a car when openly visible in GA, with out a permit.... sketchy looking guy in delivery truck next to me shuts down his disel engine at the stop light to ask me "hey...what kind is that, man?" which i quickly replied 9mm, and continued to wait for a green light.
another time i was made was driving my sister's little sports car. As this was before i had received my permit via snail mail, the gun was in a holster muzzle down between the driver's seat and the console, as you can carry in a car when openly visible in GA, with out a permit.... sketchy looking guy in delivery truck next to me shuts down his disel engine at the stop light to ask me "hey...what kind is that, man?" which i quickly replied 9mm, and continued to wait for a green light.