The Filthy Spitoon
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- Feb 25, 2010
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Hello.
For my first post, I would like to share my first -- and last -- experience with open carry. While no one was injured, the chilling connotation and numerous “what-if’s” still haunt me 15 years later.
Although I frown upon the activity today, there was a time in my young life when dressing up in a costume to celebrate Halloween at work made sense. Dressing up as a cowboy was no trouble at all, given that I already owned the hat, boots, and fancy drop loop holster. I remember taking my shiny stainless steel Ruger Vaquero out of its box and dry firing it, thinking of how sexy it would look in my tied down holster.
But instead, I left for work with my deactivated Daisy BB revolver strapped to my leg. To the untrained eye, it could pass for a real Colt Single Action Army revolver. Anyway, my costume was a big hit that morning, so that afternoon I confidently strode toward one of the workshops feeling very comfortable with the sixgun at my side.
I had not heard a female coworker creeping up behind me.
My heart sank as I heard the distinctive sound of a gun being drawn, and spun around to face the muzzle of my own revolver. My hands instinctively flew up in the stereotypical surrender position. I’m sure the expression on my face was priceless, especially since the lady who had just disarmed me was a virulent anti-gunner. Dismayed by the appalling breach of firearms safety, I lectured her on why it is never a good idea to point a weapon at another living creature. Of course, the firearm in question did not function, but the concept remains valid.
She snickered, shook her head dismissively, and skulked off to engage in mocking the office pro-gunner with her female coworkers.
However, that was not the most disturbing part of the interaction. The thought kept running through my mind, “what if this had been a real gun?” I don’t believe that the person in question had any idea whether the gun was real or not when she so glibly pointed it at me. I don’t think it mattered to her, and the prospect of some clown on the street getting the bright idea to snatch my openly carried weapon for a laugh just makes my heart sink.
My point is, this kind of person, however rare, is out there. It may not be a realistic possibility to you, but I assure you this ignorant type of person is out there. Now imagine a group of three, and exactly what would you do if they decided to play “keep away” with your pistol?
For my first post, I would like to share my first -- and last -- experience with open carry. While no one was injured, the chilling connotation and numerous “what-if’s” still haunt me 15 years later.
Although I frown upon the activity today, there was a time in my young life when dressing up in a costume to celebrate Halloween at work made sense. Dressing up as a cowboy was no trouble at all, given that I already owned the hat, boots, and fancy drop loop holster. I remember taking my shiny stainless steel Ruger Vaquero out of its box and dry firing it, thinking of how sexy it would look in my tied down holster.
But instead, I left for work with my deactivated Daisy BB revolver strapped to my leg. To the untrained eye, it could pass for a real Colt Single Action Army revolver. Anyway, my costume was a big hit that morning, so that afternoon I confidently strode toward one of the workshops feeling very comfortable with the sixgun at my side.
I had not heard a female coworker creeping up behind me.
My heart sank as I heard the distinctive sound of a gun being drawn, and spun around to face the muzzle of my own revolver. My hands instinctively flew up in the stereotypical surrender position. I’m sure the expression on my face was priceless, especially since the lady who had just disarmed me was a virulent anti-gunner. Dismayed by the appalling breach of firearms safety, I lectured her on why it is never a good idea to point a weapon at another living creature. Of course, the firearm in question did not function, but the concept remains valid.
She snickered, shook her head dismissively, and skulked off to engage in mocking the office pro-gunner with her female coworkers.
However, that was not the most disturbing part of the interaction. The thought kept running through my mind, “what if this had been a real gun?” I don’t believe that the person in question had any idea whether the gun was real or not when she so glibly pointed it at me. I don’t think it mattered to her, and the prospect of some clown on the street getting the bright idea to snatch my openly carried weapon for a laugh just makes my heart sink.
My point is, this kind of person, however rare, is out there. It may not be a realistic possibility to you, but I assure you this ignorant type of person is out there. Now imagine a group of three, and exactly what would you do if they decided to play “keep away” with your pistol?
