Geez, am I embarressed. I just got to meet one of my great uncles (about 200000 years old). I went over to his home and we talked about this and that (first time ever meeting him) and then concealed carry, old days came up. Well, I said that I carry, illegally, due to no money to apply for permit yet and that I believe in protecting my own life. He agreed (with some background of what they did in the "old days") and then asked what I carried. Well... being prideful (I know, pride is a bad thing) I removed my .32 Tomcat from my pocket, unloaded it, and handed it to him with barrel tipped up. WELL, after he got finished laughing.. he asked me "What the heck (not in those words) is this?" I asked, "what do you mean?". He stated.. "Son, this ain't a gun.. it's a play toy". His reference was that this isn't a "man's" gun, it's something a 12 year old would have to practice with. My feelings were hurt so I asked what makes him a "man". He then pulled out a full sized 1911 (no comments from the 1911 folks please) and said... "This is a carry gun.. that thing (pointing at the .32) can't stop a jack rabbit taking a piss" (okay, he's old, got that "old timers" book running). I explained about my body size (med. frame), weight (165) and concealability. He just laughed. G-d, I love my Uncle.
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**Oh, forgot to mention... he's got some NICE guns... I hope I'm going to be in his will (I know, bad thing to think).
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**Oh, forgot to mention... he's got some NICE guns... I hope I'm going to be in his will (I know, bad thing to think).