Originally Posted by Brucev
I so not routinely cc. In 1979 I was a seminary student working nights as a guard in a shipyard. That first summer I got shot at. I found and bought a Colt Combat Commander .45 ACP which I stuck in my pocket and carried. It never occurred to me that I needed anyone's permission to have a gun. Three years later, I graduated and left New Orleans. Lately have been giving thought to qualifying for cc. Not yet made up my mind.
Getting shot at changes one's whole perspective on what is and is not allowed by our servants. Glad you made it through.
In the final seconds of your life, just before your killer is about to dispatch you to that great eternal darkness, what would you rather have in your hand? A cell phone or a gun?