Way back in 1974 I got my first concealed carry permit. My job required I have a weapon. I wasn't carrying all the time until 2008 when I was in a very uncomfortable position with 8 young "gangsta" types. I managed to keep it from becoming violent and at that point I realized I was a fat old man who couldn't run or fight his way outta a paper bag. Next day to the Sherrifs Dept, filed a report of the incident and picked up the carry permit pack. Joined the modern world, retired the 6 shooter and got me a high cap 9mm. About a year later my wife decided she wouldn't be an easy target and got her permit too. My EDC is a G30 and wife's EDC is a G26.
Sent from my rotary phone.
Remember, we're all on the same side!
Army Vet Dec 1965 - Dec 1971