So here's how last night went for me...
I live in a rural area. My house is about 400 feet off the road. I'm in my room working on some stuff for college and Mom says that there's a guy in our driveway who ran out of gas. She asks if I can see if we have some. Sigh, "Ok Mom." It's dark and not knowing what all is going on I grab a holster and my 1911, cocked and locked w/full magazine, throw on a jacket, grab my Maglight, and a 5 gallon can of gas.
Everything turned out fine, guys gets gas and goes on his merry way.
Was I over-reacting?
On a lighter note... Dang!!! that's a heavy gun to hang off your hip. And, my jacket didn't cover the bottom half inch of the hoster, so I felt like a guy at a black-tie affair who had his sticker pecking out
Kilroy, doesn't like his equipment hanging out in public, was here
I live in a rural area. My house is about 400 feet off the road. I'm in my room working on some stuff for college and Mom says that there's a guy in our driveway who ran out of gas. She asks if I can see if we have some. Sigh, "Ok Mom." It's dark and not knowing what all is going on I grab a holster and my 1911, cocked and locked w/full magazine, throw on a jacket, grab my Maglight, and a 5 gallon can of gas.
Everything turned out fine, guys gets gas and goes on his merry way.
Was I over-reacting?
On a lighter note... Dang!!! that's a heavy gun to hang off your hip. And, my jacket didn't cover the bottom half inch of the hoster, so I felt like a guy at a black-tie affair who had his sticker pecking out
Kilroy, doesn't like his equipment hanging out in public, was here