AKB: Advice on concealed carry handgun?
- Thread starter BostonNit
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I think open carry keeps things chill. drawing Your cc pistol unchills schit quick
It's not so much where I roam, but rather, situations I've encountered.
First, I live in a dark, quiet, residential neighborhood, 30 seconds off an interstate that connects to Worcester and Providence, the 2nd and 4th largest cities in New England. My neighbors came home a few years back to find a car with Rhode Island plates parked on the street near their home. They pull into their garage and as they're exiting their car, they hear their front door fly open, and see 3 guys running out of their home and hopping into the car that was on the street.
Second, I sell real estate part time. Often times I'll view listings before I take my clients. I've actually walked into a supposedly vacant "investment property" type multi-family property to preview the home and stumbled on people that were home squatting / using / strung out. Pretty unnerving for them and for me.
Third (and this is kinda long), about 5 years ago, I was at a movie theater. About 15 minutes before the movie, a guy and his girlfriend were taking their seats, and he accidentally punts a soda that was on the floor, splashing the guy ahead of him and that guy's girlfriend with soda. He was profusely apologetic, and ran out and grabbed a bunch of napkins and a theater worker who brought some wet wipes, etc. It wasn't as bad as it sounds - maybe a little soda got on them but not the end of the world. But the guy who got splashed, just wouldn't let it go. Screaming how he's going to eff up the guy who splashed him - what an inconsiderate prick the guy was - how he ruined their night out - etc. on and on and just wouldn't let it go.
The guy who punted the drink and his gf move their seats from the center section where they were, to my section on the left, about 5 rows ahead of me. The guy who got splashed was still losing his mind. Eventually the gf of the guy who punted the drink goes and gets the manager. The manager gives the loud guy a handful of free passes, and asks him to calm down. The guy just wouldn't hear it and kept ranting. Finally, the manager says, listen I've done everything I can do and you're creating a scene... I have to ask you to leave. The guy and his girlfriend storm out and as he's leaving he looks over his shoulder and says "you're dead mother effer" to the punter.
We're all pretty shaken up at this point, but everyone's trying to put things behind them and trying to get ready for the movie (which was now delayed because of all the commotion). Then about 3-5 minutes later the loudmouth storms back into the theater, runs up to the row the punter is in, and screams "are you ready to die *****?". Not sure if he was packing or not but two pretty big dudes stand up from a few rows closer to the front, walk up to the loudmouth, and say "Leave, now." One of the big dudes was packing, and pulled his shirt up to show his holstered handgun.
Mr. Loudmouth suddenly had a change in disposition and pretty much said "you better hope I never see you again anywhere" to the punter, and then leaves the theater. About half of the audience also left, and we were all given free passes to come back another time.
So, those are some of my recent experiences that should provide a little insight.
Thanks for the response.
Yeah, firing a handgun in a movie theater is a bad idea unless you are so proficient, battle tested, and cool under pressure you can 100% hit your target and only your target. Stick with the bear spray. Same for your encounter with squatters. You may be accurate at the shooting range, firing under pressure with innocent people all around is a whole different kettle of fish. You and Tgar are both probably accurate up to four feet under pressure, not good odds for innocent bystanders.
Tgar used to have a neighbor when he holed up way back in Da Skook. ( you familiar with Da Skook? ) anyway, his neighbor, Butch, incredibly proficient with all weapons. When Butch says he can better protect his home with the array of weapons he has from his night stand to kitchen drawer to shelf in the garage, etc. Tgar believes him. Butch doesn’t carry, he reaches. Tgar is not Butch. You don’t sound like Butch either. Stick to the bear spray.
Report back to us And good luck.
True pepper spray Tgar story. 1983, The Brass Rail in **** City ( Ocean View, run down beach area of Norfolk where sailors and marines went to get in trouble ) was a dump and full of squids and jar heads this particular evening. Tgar and the Topside gang from the Ike, CVN69 ( flight deck crew, launch and recovery ops ) were in there knocking back Buds and Beam and Lo and behold, the same crew from the JFK, CV67, was in there doing the same. Both carriers tie up at Pier 12 when in for service a NOB ( Naval Operating Base ) Norfolk.
During port time, if we are on deck and those clowns are on their deck, it’s nonstop insults flinging back and forth across the pier. ( Hey, your dad called and is upset because your mom is servicing the horse, etc etc, this is a clean version to give you a general idea )
We had a couple of guys that were great at starting fights. One was a sawed off half **** from Pittsburgh named Rudy who was the smallest and mouthiest guy in the planet. Everyone always had his back as well, shipmates. Well, Rudy sees these guys and starts right in and one thing leads to another. Next thing you know, 10 of us and 10 of them are in the men’s room starting to throw down. Following us into the men’s room were two off duty police officers providing security. Pretty common in **** City Bars.
As Tgar is lining up a punch, one of the officers takes a baton and presses Tgar against the wall. Tgar grabs the baton and is leveraging the officer out of the way when his partner reaches over the Shoulder of the officer with the baton and pepper sprays Tgar in the face from one foot away. This is excruciatingly painful. Another in our gang of misfits grabs Tgar by the back of his neck and leads Tgar out of the bar backwards to the parking lot and proceeds to put Tgar’s face down in a puddle of water. He did this based on experience. Tgar did happily wash the spray out of his eyes with parking lot puddle water. His eyes and face were swollen for a solid 24 hours but he never was arrested and made it back to the ship to survive another night on the town with his shipmates.
I have a 1911, Taurus G3, two Bersa Thunders 380 and 45. Depending on what I'm going to do, carry different ones.