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[ QUOTE ] [ QUOTE ] [ QUOTE ] In my three years, I never met a non law enforcement person who carried a concealed weapon. [/ QUOTE ] That you know of. I remember the night when three of the people at my home game discovered that the other five of us were all packing heat. It was pretty funny. [/ QUOTE ] LOL. Elaborate? [/ QUOTE ] There were 8 of us, and I was open carrying on my hip. Everyone that comes to my game knew that I had a gun on me at all times, explicitly for advertising purposes. We always had not-insignificant amounts of cash at the game (several thousand dollars), and I wanted anyone who had the idea of hitting my game to pick another. Anyway, a new guy was sort of shocked to see the gun, and asked if he could look at it more closely. I said yes, removed the magazine and ejected the round in the chamber, locked the slide back and handed it to him (butt first, of course). Next thing you know, there's 4 more guns stripped and on the table, and all the gun nuts are passing them back and forth oohing and ahing. My friend Jerry's eyes practically popped out of his head and he almost spit milk out of his nose, even though he hasn't drank milk in 2 decades. If I remember correctly, there was a 9mm Baretta, a .38 Chief's Special, some sort of Smith & Wesson snub-nose revolver, and some other thing I can't recall. [/ QUOTE ] Sounds like a bizarro version of the scene in Jaws where they all compare their scars. Did you start singing "Show me the way to go home" afterwards? |
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