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I was parked out on the side of a back road one night with a few friends, just sitting out under the stars chatting for barely 2 minutes when we hear some yelling coming from RIGHT behind us. Turn around... and coming across the street towards us is some completely intoxicated man with the biggest chrome revolver I have ever seen in my life. Not only was he standing in the (very public) street, but he was pointing it at chest level trying to acquire one of us in his sights, mumbling something completely incoherent. I literally felt like a zombie from the cornfields had come alive from out of nowhere and was there to kill us, and my heart was leaping out of my chest. My friends and I quickly ran to the other side of the parked SUV, and without hesitation I had drawn, racked and chambered a round into the Glock I was carrying hidden under my shirt (I almost impressed myself with how fast and instinctively it all happened, especially since I was scared for my life). I came to grips with the fact that I may have to shoot this derranged man in order to protect myself and my friends... but wanted to avoid it coming to that if it was at all possible. I said a quick prayer, told my friends to climb in the car on the side he coudn't see, and then made my way to the other side to draw his attention to me. I quickly yelled at the man "hey, everything's ok... we're leaving now" over and over, while keeping my gun pointed down behind me, at my side, so he couldn't see it. Once everyone was in, we tore out of there. I'm not sure excactly how I didn't get shot, as he was literally ready to fire. I'm guessing the whole thing was over in 20 seconds.
As we were leaving, I noticed a tiny house 200 feet down the road on the opposite side from where we were. The drunk guy probably saw us pull over and wanted to let us know he owned that part of the highway or something. Needless to say, I'm extremly glad I was carrying that night. In fact, after we got home, my non gun-enthusiast friends vocalized their support for the right to defend ourselves.
Sure, carrying can be a hassle. Living in the burbs, I don't really feel the need most of the time. But when my wife and I are going downtown or to a sketchy area we're not familiar with, it's nice to have that extra level of protection. Of course, only as a very last resort.
As we were leaving, I noticed a tiny house 200 feet down the road on the opposite side from where we were. The drunk guy probably saw us pull over and wanted to let us know he owned that part of the highway or something. Needless to say, I'm extremly glad I was carrying that night. In fact, after we got home, my non gun-enthusiast friends vocalized their support for the right to defend ourselves.
Sure, carrying can be a hassle. Living in the burbs, I don't really feel the need most of the time. But when my wife and I are going downtown or to a sketchy area we're not familiar with, it's nice to have that extra level of protection. Of course, only as a very last resort.