DeepSouth
Random Guy
First off I want to start by telling you that I know of a guy that lives about a mile from me and he is paralyzed because he sat in someone else’s car, felt something poke him in the back and when he reached for the unknown object his finger tip pushed a trigger that sent a bullet into his spine. He nearly died, and from what I understand he lost what was looking like promising football scholarships. His whole life changed instead.
I pocket carry a good bit, normally either a PM45 or a LCP in a Desantis Superfly. Today it’s warm in the south so I put my thin baggy summer pants on, they have big pockets. I slipped the holstered PM45 in the pocket as normal, get on with my day, I happen to be off today. So I was doing a little work I’ve been meaning to get to. I finally stop for lunch and watch mor television than I normally do. I get up, go pull a few more fence posts head back in the house and only at this point do I see a problem when I look at the chair just to look down a loaded barrel.
If it’s wasn’t for that real life story about the paralyzed kid I probably would have brushed this off as nothing, instead it shook me to my core.
I’m thinking I need to reevaluate my equipment and my habits, this simply can’t happen. I can’t believe I didn’t notice my gun was gone for the hour or so I was working. I’d hate to need my gun and not have it, I’d hate to lose it somewhere, and especially I’d hate for my kid to sit on it and end up getting shot. Looking back their were signs this was coming (gun slipping partially out of holster) I just didn’t pay any attention.
I pocket carry a good bit, normally either a PM45 or a LCP in a Desantis Superfly. Today it’s warm in the south so I put my thin baggy summer pants on, they have big pockets. I slipped the holstered PM45 in the pocket as normal, get on with my day, I happen to be off today. So I was doing a little work I’ve been meaning to get to. I finally stop for lunch and watch mor television than I normally do. I get up, go pull a few more fence posts head back in the house and only at this point do I see a problem when I look at the chair just to look down a loaded barrel.
If it’s wasn’t for that real life story about the paralyzed kid I probably would have brushed this off as nothing, instead it shook me to my core.
I’m thinking I need to reevaluate my equipment and my habits, this simply can’t happen. I can’t believe I didn’t notice my gun was gone for the hour or so I was working. I’d hate to need my gun and not have it, I’d hate to lose it somewhere, and especially I’d hate for my kid to sit on it and end up getting shot. Looking back their were signs this was coming (gun slipping partially out of holster) I just didn’t pay any attention.