I'll throw my two cents in -
For the record, Big Al is an awe-inspiring 5'5" and 170# (of muscle, though
). Before I got my CCW, I had a pretty bad temper, and was quick to jump into a fracas (young and dumb). But when I got my CCW and the legal repercussions were made abundantly clear, things changed.
I've had three incidents in the recent past that spring to mind:
(1)A female friend of my fiancee and I were at a dance club one night, and three drunken, power-drinking, 40 year old gymrats decided to "corral" her on the dance floor. She quit dancing and sat with me, telling me how their hands were all over her, etc. I told her we should go (I was stone sober, but armed), and she agreed - but she headed to the bathroom first. As soon as she got out of sight, these three brave fellows pulled up chairs at my table and began telling me how bad they were gonna cave in my skull before they took my "woman" from me. I just smiled really big and nodded my head. I saw my friend coming back, and got up to meet her and head for the door - and one of these goons got up and cut me off, walking backwards as I was walking forwards, leaning over in my face going "where ya goin', pussy?" over and over again. I said "we're leaving" and he looked back at his buddies and yelled "awww - he's leavin' 'cause he's scared" and I said "no, I'm leaving so I don't have to fill you and your buds full of holes like a sieve. But if you and your butt-buddies want to follow me out into the parking lot where I'd be cornered, feel free." The guy just stood there with a dumb look on his face. We left - situation de-fused. I didn't feel bad about it.
(2)Another time we were outside of a movie theater when two drunken youths were circling each other in the parking lot, directly in front of my truck. My fiancee was driving, and was shying away from getting near my truck, but we managed to get in anyway. We couldn't pull out, because of the crowd, but I figured when she started the engine and turned on the lights, they'd get the hint. Wrong. One of the fight participants ripped off his shirt and jacket and pitched them on the truck hood, shouting obscenities at the guy he was going to fight. So I rolled down the window and said "hey pal, can you get your stuff? we're trying to leave - if you wanna fight, let us leave first." He then decided I might be an easier target - he came around the front of the truck yelling "what the ***k did you say?" His mood suddenly changed when he looked in the truck and saw my 629 Classic laying in my lap (I had been to the range before the movie). He then started babbling "I'm sorry" over and over while getting his stuff off my hood. Situation de-fused.
(3)Another time we were in an Applebee's-type restaurant when a local guy got a little plastered and went "ape-feces", suckerpunching my best friend for no reason at all. They started wrestling around, and I jumped in trying to break it up (we were all friends). A friend of mister "ape-feces" took this as a two on one situation, and while I've got my hands full attempting to break them up, this guy starts hammering me from behind. I ended up having to leave without even thowing a punch because I was armed, and I didn't want the legal troubles (losing my CCW). I ended up looking like Rocky Balboa.
To make a long story short, being heavy can be a good thing or a bad thing. If you're armed, you're obligated to walk away from most confrontations, whether you like it or not. Just be prepared for the consequences of carrying.