I grew up with guns in Oregon. We had 23 in our home between my brother, father and myself. I carried a .38 revolver in the Air Force as part of my job. I became Capt. of the security police pistol team at my last base.
Thirty seven years ago I moved to Connecticut. The event that pushed me to get a permit happened on a Christmas morning. We were driving home from the Christmas event with the wife's family, about 1:00 in the morning. This was only about a ten minute drive.
A car was coming from the other direction and someone threw a bottle at my windshield. I watched in the mirror as the car spun around and came after us. I sped up to outrun them. When I checked my mirror they had given up the chase.
After that I started thinking what if they had forced us off the road? I would have no way to protect my family or myself. I got a permit.