Guy Miner
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- Apr 6, 2006
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Recent discussions that sort of overflowed and got real off-topic up in the Reloading area got me to thinking about why I carry a handgun, pretty much all the time.
Okay - let's get the old joke out of the way: Because a cop is too heavy! :grin: Darned straight. Oh crud, I am a cop, and too heavy. Double oh-crud. So yes, I do carry a handgun on duty because it's part of my job. It's come in handy a time or three over the years as well.
But what about off duty? Why do I carry? I can't speak for others, but I can explain why, and cite a few examples of how that's worked out for me.
Basic reason, self defense, and defense of others. I do my best off-duty to avoid trouble, but trouble has a way of showing up time to time when we're least expecting it.
Example: Years ago when my sons were young, our family went to dinner in a nearby town. A decent, downtown area of a small, rural town. Nice dinner, then back to the car. Just as we're getting to the car, four people, three men and a woman, start closing in on us. They're spread wide, in what I'd describe as a "skirmishers" line. The woman is towards the center. These are all adult white trash "street thug" type people. Dirty. Hard looking. The guys on the far ends are spreading out, flanking my little family of four. I ask my wife to put the boys in the car and get going. This is a pre-arranged drill for us, and there are no questions to ask. She gets going on that. I stay outside the car between the four hard-cases and my family.
The woman asks me "Do you know what time it is?" A ploy to get me to look down, at my watch, and distract my attention from them.
I had my hands in the pockets of my coat. It's cold out. Pull my hands out, and in it there's my carry gun, a stainless .357 mag Smith & Wesson, one of the hammerless snub-nose five-shot J-frames, full of 145 grain Winchester Silvertip hollow point ammo. Good gun, and I've practiced with it quite a bit. As I was pulling it out I said in a calm, but loud voice (good old USMC training coming out there) "It's time for you to leave."
Everything slowed way down. My wife went on about getting the kids secured in the car, starting it, and actually started driving away, as per our plan. Her job was to get the kids and herself away. My job was to give her time to make that happen.
All four of the hard cases froze in their tracks. The woman's eyes got real wide and she just sort of stammered a bit. The guy closest to her, and to me, put his hands up, started walking backwards and said over and over "Hey man, we don't want no trouble." They all followed his lead and backed away from me, my family and to the sidewalk.
They left. My wife let me in the car and we drove home. Incident over. Gun never was pointed at anyone, just at the parking lot pavement. I sure was glad I had it with me that night. At 6' and 200+ I'm reasonably big & strong and have some hand-to-hand training. Fighting three guys at once isn't something I'd look forward to. Having a handgun with me saved me from that fight, and likely saved my family from something bad too.
I'll share a couple more examples.
Guy
Okay - let's get the old joke out of the way: Because a cop is too heavy! :grin: Darned straight. Oh crud, I am a cop, and too heavy. Double oh-crud. So yes, I do carry a handgun on duty because it's part of my job. It's come in handy a time or three over the years as well.
But what about off duty? Why do I carry? I can't speak for others, but I can explain why, and cite a few examples of how that's worked out for me.
Basic reason, self defense, and defense of others. I do my best off-duty to avoid trouble, but trouble has a way of showing up time to time when we're least expecting it.
Example: Years ago when my sons were young, our family went to dinner in a nearby town. A decent, downtown area of a small, rural town. Nice dinner, then back to the car. Just as we're getting to the car, four people, three men and a woman, start closing in on us. They're spread wide, in what I'd describe as a "skirmishers" line. The woman is towards the center. These are all adult white trash "street thug" type people. Dirty. Hard looking. The guys on the far ends are spreading out, flanking my little family of four. I ask my wife to put the boys in the car and get going. This is a pre-arranged drill for us, and there are no questions to ask. She gets going on that. I stay outside the car between the four hard-cases and my family.
The woman asks me "Do you know what time it is?" A ploy to get me to look down, at my watch, and distract my attention from them.
I had my hands in the pockets of my coat. It's cold out. Pull my hands out, and in it there's my carry gun, a stainless .357 mag Smith & Wesson, one of the hammerless snub-nose five-shot J-frames, full of 145 grain Winchester Silvertip hollow point ammo. Good gun, and I've practiced with it quite a bit. As I was pulling it out I said in a calm, but loud voice (good old USMC training coming out there) "It's time for you to leave."
Everything slowed way down. My wife went on about getting the kids secured in the car, starting it, and actually started driving away, as per our plan. Her job was to get the kids and herself away. My job was to give her time to make that happen.
All four of the hard cases froze in their tracks. The woman's eyes got real wide and she just sort of stammered a bit. The guy closest to her, and to me, put his hands up, started walking backwards and said over and over "Hey man, we don't want no trouble." They all followed his lead and backed away from me, my family and to the sidewalk.
They left. My wife let me in the car and we drove home. Incident over. Gun never was pointed at anyone, just at the parking lot pavement. I sure was glad I had it with me that night. At 6' and 200+ I'm reasonably big & strong and have some hand-to-hand training. Fighting three guys at once isn't something I'd look forward to. Having a handgun with me saved me from that fight, and likely saved my family from something bad too.
I'll share a couple more examples.
Guy