I grew up in Texas, coming along a long time ago, now. I’ve been carrying a gun, off and on (mostly on) since I was in High School. Many of my friends did, as well. As far as I know, most of that time, we were legal to do so. I remember walking along the road with a .22 rifle over my shouder and a .22 revolver on my belt and being waved at by a local deputy as he went by or maybe even stopped to chat and see if I was having any luck.
During most of those days, for better or worse, our LEOs were allowed a great deal more latitude in application of the law than they are now. I think we all, they included, felt we could count on their training, experience, and (most of all) good sense to make judgments about who was up to no good and who wasn’t.
Somewhere along the way, that changed.
When Texas passed the first concealed-carry laws, I very much felt it to be an affront: “Now I have to have a dang permit?”
My good friend the LEO advised me that it was indeed so. Prior to the stipulations of the new laws, I could probably have counted, to a certain extent, on the old ways. But no longer.
I resisted for a couple of years, but finally gave in and got my CHL. On balance, probably a good thing.
Makes it a lot easier when I want to buy a new tool or toy
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Will