I made the conscious decision to get a CCW permit when I rode to the feed&grain on the outskirts of town (wearing, as usual in the saddle, my New Vaquero .357) and I opened my duster to get to my wallet ... in front of an off-duty cop.
I was lucky (this was prior to my lawsuit against the local law-dogs) and only got a butt-chewing and a business card for a local CCW instructor.
I have no brags to stick here; like Zaphod Beeblebrox, I'm "just this guy, you know?" ...but I'll watch your back if I see you need it, without askin' you nothin' in return. I never thought my neighbor had to live next door.