True story.
The day before the Million Man March in Washington D.C.
A Sunday.
My wife and I go to a state park inacross from Occoquan Va.to fish like we did alot in those days in our brand new Honda bright red Civic with the alloy rims.
This car got us ALOT of attention.
Unwanted attention.
I started carrying my Mauser HSC 380 just as a precaution.
Well,we fished all day and had a nice time and the day grew to a close.
It was about five thirty,I guess,when we started to go to the car.
The lot was pretty empty that day.
Kind of strange actually because that park was usually very busy.
No matter I thought.
We continued to walk towards out bright red brand new Honda.
Then I saw the car.
There was a car parked in this practically empty parking lot ,right next to ours.
The smell coming out of the car was unmistakeable.
These guy were smoking pot.
Hey,means little to me actually because ,well,teenaged years,blah blah blah.
But then as we reached the back of our brand new Honda,the music inside the car was turned off and the passenger side passenger in front looked into his mirror watching our every move.
There was also movement from the driver and a passenger in the back of the car indicating they were about to get out of the car and confront us.
I don't know what made the ex marine whose gun shop in Triangle I used to go to named Archie, I used to go to ,who convinced me to buy this pistol but on this day,at this time,if I had not had that pistol,we would have been car jacked.
I am sure of it.
Thank You Archie,where ever in heaven I am sure,you are.
I already had the shiny nickel plated HSC loaded and ready.
It was in my right blue jeans pants pocket.
I picked it out of my pocket and snapped off the safety.
I then slowly pulled it up from my pocket and tipped it into my shirt pocket so the passenger could defintiely see ,he was about to get something he was never expecting.
I told my wife to get in the car and readied myself for a gunfight if necessary.
But it never came to that.
The guys in the car never got out.
As a matter of fact,they drew away from the doors when the passenger saw my HSC come out of my pocket.
He said something to the guys in the cars as soon as I put that Mauser in my shirt pocket.
We left that park very quickly and sold the car soon after.
On that day,it did'nt matter that my Mauser was extremely tempermental about the cartridges it steadfastly refused to chamber-all that mattered was that I had it with me-that the bad guys saw it and that they realized that I was one 'victim' that was'nt going to go down easy.
And I owe it all to my buddy Archie,who saw a young gun fan and convinced him to buy a quality gun he did'nt really want to buy that day.
Thanks ex Marine tough guy Archie,you saved our lives.
The day before the Million Man March in Washington D.C.
A Sunday.
My wife and I go to a state park inacross from Occoquan Va.to fish like we did alot in those days in our brand new Honda bright red Civic with the alloy rims.
This car got us ALOT of attention.
Unwanted attention.
I started carrying my Mauser HSC 380 just as a precaution.
Well,we fished all day and had a nice time and the day grew to a close.
It was about five thirty,I guess,when we started to go to the car.
The lot was pretty empty that day.
Kind of strange actually because that park was usually very busy.
No matter I thought.
We continued to walk towards out bright red brand new Honda.
Then I saw the car.
There was a car parked in this practically empty parking lot ,right next to ours.
The smell coming out of the car was unmistakeable.
These guy were smoking pot.
Hey,means little to me actually because ,well,teenaged years,blah blah blah.
But then as we reached the back of our brand new Honda,the music inside the car was turned off and the passenger side passenger in front looked into his mirror watching our every move.
There was also movement from the driver and a passenger in the back of the car indicating they were about to get out of the car and confront us.
I don't know what made the ex marine whose gun shop in Triangle I used to go to named Archie, I used to go to ,who convinced me to buy this pistol but on this day,at this time,if I had not had that pistol,we would have been car jacked.
I am sure of it.
Thank You Archie,where ever in heaven I am sure,you are.
I already had the shiny nickel plated HSC loaded and ready.
It was in my right blue jeans pants pocket.
I picked it out of my pocket and snapped off the safety.
I then slowly pulled it up from my pocket and tipped it into my shirt pocket so the passenger could defintiely see ,he was about to get something he was never expecting.
I told my wife to get in the car and readied myself for a gunfight if necessary.
But it never came to that.
The guys in the car never got out.
As a matter of fact,they drew away from the doors when the passenger saw my HSC come out of my pocket.
He said something to the guys in the cars as soon as I put that Mauser in my shirt pocket.
We left that park very quickly and sold the car soon after.
On that day,it did'nt matter that my Mauser was extremely tempermental about the cartridges it steadfastly refused to chamber-all that mattered was that I had it with me-that the bad guys saw it and that they realized that I was one 'victim' that was'nt going to go down easy.
And I owe it all to my buddy Archie,who saw a young gun fan and convinced him to buy a quality gun he did'nt really want to buy that day.
Thanks ex Marine tough guy Archie,you saved our lives.