Something I posted on another forum that may be of interest here, too. An ex-girlfriend told me about this today:
She had to pick up her vehicle from a radiator shop which was maybe 3/4 mile from her home. Since it was a beautiful day, she walked. While walking, some guy pulls up in his car and starts asking her if she'd like "to earn some extra money." She told him to buzz off, which he did. Then, he came back again and started pacing her with the car, still soliciting. She told me that she had her little .32S&W H&R topbreak hammerless with her and that it was in hand in her pocket.* She said that the idiot finally left for good but that she felt safe with a gun in hand. She knows the gun's limitations and said that, if it got really bad, she'd have waited until he was very much "in range." I know her; she would've used it if she had to.
Anyway, she called and told me about it because it was I who prodded her into getting a carry permit. She had never even shot a gun until she met me. I know the story may be a bit anticlimactic as nothing happened but it does show how stuff can happen anytime and anywhere. It was around 11 AM on a sunny day in a nice, quiet neighborhood, right on the sidewalk in front of someone's house.
* I know it's no cannon and I know that there are better alternatives but it's small, simple, reliable and, most importantly, she's comfortable and confident with it. Please folks, no "useless popgun" comments, ok?
She had to pick up her vehicle from a radiator shop which was maybe 3/4 mile from her home. Since it was a beautiful day, she walked. While walking, some guy pulls up in his car and starts asking her if she'd like "to earn some extra money." She told him to buzz off, which he did. Then, he came back again and started pacing her with the car, still soliciting. She told me that she had her little .32S&W H&R topbreak hammerless with her and that it was in hand in her pocket.* She said that the idiot finally left for good but that she felt safe with a gun in hand. She knows the gun's limitations and said that, if it got really bad, she'd have waited until he was very much "in range." I know her; she would've used it if she had to.
Anyway, she called and told me about it because it was I who prodded her into getting a carry permit. She had never even shot a gun until she met me. I know the story may be a bit anticlimactic as nothing happened but it does show how stuff can happen anytime and anywhere. It was around 11 AM on a sunny day in a nice, quiet neighborhood, right on the sidewalk in front of someone's house.
* I know it's no cannon and I know that there are better alternatives but it's small, simple, reliable and, most importantly, she's comfortable and confident with it. Please folks, no "useless popgun" comments, ok?