KodiakBeer
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Two stories.
1. Driving from Denver to San Diego to a new duty station many years ago in a loaded down Mazda GLC, with wife and daughter. As we entered the San Diego area late at night, lost, I pulled off on one of the first exits and stopped on the shoulder at the top to check the map and decide left, right or across and back onto the freeway.
A pimped out PU truck came screaming off the freeway and stopped behind us, some tattooed gangsta jackass jumped out screaming in Spanglish about something - I hadn't cut anybody off or anything, so he must have just been out of his head on drugs. He was ten or twenty yards behind us. I retrieved a S&W 3913 (the only handgun owned then - and a POS...) from under the seat, stepped out of the car and just held it in front of me, pointed at the ground. He shut up immediately, got back in his truck and drove past us, crossed the road and got back on the freeway.
Yeah, I know you can't carry a loaded gun in your car in CA, but I always did and the statute of limitations is long past.
2. A couple of years ago with my new wife (young, pretty, blond - this becomes relevant in a moment), we're in Anchorage. We're walking back to our hotel after dinner, and a group of natives are drinking in a space between buildings ahead of us and we don't see them until we're right on top of them. Immediately, they start hooting and calling stuff like "Hey Blondy, come here and ....." and the usual. That's bad enough, but two of them jump up and stand on the sidewalk (well, sort of sway on the sidewalk since they're drunk), blocking our path.
I'm carrying a Kimber Compact Aluminum under a light zippered jacket which is just loosely zipped a few inches at the bottom. I just stop, stare at the two ahead of me and unzip my jacket so it falls open - they still can't see the gun, but they know what it means and immediately walk back into the lot and sit down.
They didn't say another word and we continued back to the hotel.
1. Driving from Denver to San Diego to a new duty station many years ago in a loaded down Mazda GLC, with wife and daughter. As we entered the San Diego area late at night, lost, I pulled off on one of the first exits and stopped on the shoulder at the top to check the map and decide left, right or across and back onto the freeway.
A pimped out PU truck came screaming off the freeway and stopped behind us, some tattooed gangsta jackass jumped out screaming in Spanglish about something - I hadn't cut anybody off or anything, so he must have just been out of his head on drugs. He was ten or twenty yards behind us. I retrieved a S&W 3913 (the only handgun owned then - and a POS...) from under the seat, stepped out of the car and just held it in front of me, pointed at the ground. He shut up immediately, got back in his truck and drove past us, crossed the road and got back on the freeway.
Yeah, I know you can't carry a loaded gun in your car in CA, but I always did and the statute of limitations is long past.
2. A couple of years ago with my new wife (young, pretty, blond - this becomes relevant in a moment), we're in Anchorage. We're walking back to our hotel after dinner, and a group of natives are drinking in a space between buildings ahead of us and we don't see them until we're right on top of them. Immediately, they start hooting and calling stuff like "Hey Blondy, come here and ....." and the usual. That's bad enough, but two of them jump up and stand on the sidewalk (well, sort of sway on the sidewalk since they're drunk), blocking our path.
I'm carrying a Kimber Compact Aluminum under a light zippered jacket which is just loosely zipped a few inches at the bottom. I just stop, stare at the two ahead of me and unzip my jacket so it falls open - they still can't see the gun, but they know what it means and immediately walk back into the lot and sit down.
They didn't say another word and we continued back to the hotel.