So, I reached for it today
Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 10:36 pm
As I choose my words, I don’t know why I am telling you, not sure you will care, and I am sure that many of you have had worse.
5:45pm I was down town at a clients, he is renovating an old run down hotel, it’s a bad neighborhood, and we had just finished a conversation about the local riff-raff . He has been a client for almost 6 months now, and frequenting his location IS what made me carry more often (almost all the time now). I wear a suit so deep cover is easy.
I was leaving, observed my environment. Walked to truck, habit has me hitting the keyless entry multiple times (once only unlocks the driver, twice gets them all, and that habit is done as of now). I get in, creak, and notice a flash in the passenger mirror all at the same time. I turn to see a man waving arms and banging on the passenger side of the bed of my truck as he approaches the front door. I turned to look, verified it was not my customer (perhaps I forgotten something). When I realized he was a stranger, while still turned to the rear observing his approach, and him reaching for the door handle, I slammed my hand on the lock button, but missed and the passenger window lowered (auto all the way when fully pressed). I turned to look at the button, and pressed it. looked back, but I was too slow and he was ½ way in to my passenger seat. Left foot in, left hand on seat, right hand pulling up (3/4 ton 4x4) on the handle, left butt check already on seat.
Him, “Dude, give me a ride�
Me �no, get out� I started to move for gun, 4’clock, IWB, over shirt, under suit jacket
Him: puzzled look, and but sliding further in, “come on, it’s 2 blocks (more about where, but I could not understand)� and he points, but still looking at me
Me: yelling “GET OUT OF MY TRUCK!� almost to gun and shaking, all the way through my voice
Him: looked down at my moving hand, and my torso leaning forward adjusting and turning, as I made room to draw. His mouth opened, eyes WIDE open, he slid out and took 1 step back “whoa� left hand up, (stop) but not reaching to shut door, right hand at side. he stopped backing, did not turn did not leave. At that moment I was more sacred, I just KNEW he would begin the same process I had begun just moments ago, and I did not want that
I reached up and slammed it in gear and tore out, door still open, window still down,,, but it mostly closed when I turned into traffic. I looked back, and he was sprinting for cover. It was over.
Unrelated my customer called moments latter to ask one last question, and I told him about the altercation (less the “I almost drew my gun� part). He had not seen it, but he was going to take a look around, and see if he could identify him with my description, he was honestly concerned, like many, they live on property.
What gets me the most, my wife frequently has meetings at the church across the street, and the Junior league office is 3 blocks over(night meetings). And I can’t get her to carry, she worries about the kid finding it, I ask how that is different from me, and she has no answer, but fully supports my caring.
Any of you “not comfortable� caring on body, and only leaving in auto, get over it. No way could I have made a move to a gun in my glove box or console, as he was inches from both, and I would have had nothing if it was still in the safe. Get a good holster; start around the house and on the weekends, and work up to all the time.
also, I know what I did wrong, and that is life.
5:45pm I was down town at a clients, he is renovating an old run down hotel, it’s a bad neighborhood, and we had just finished a conversation about the local riff-raff . He has been a client for almost 6 months now, and frequenting his location IS what made me carry more often (almost all the time now). I wear a suit so deep cover is easy.
I was leaving, observed my environment. Walked to truck, habit has me hitting the keyless entry multiple times (once only unlocks the driver, twice gets them all, and that habit is done as of now). I get in, creak, and notice a flash in the passenger mirror all at the same time. I turn to see a man waving arms and banging on the passenger side of the bed of my truck as he approaches the front door. I turned to look, verified it was not my customer (perhaps I forgotten something). When I realized he was a stranger, while still turned to the rear observing his approach, and him reaching for the door handle, I slammed my hand on the lock button, but missed and the passenger window lowered (auto all the way when fully pressed). I turned to look at the button, and pressed it. looked back, but I was too slow and he was ½ way in to my passenger seat. Left foot in, left hand on seat, right hand pulling up (3/4 ton 4x4) on the handle, left butt check already on seat.
Him, “Dude, give me a ride�
Me �no, get out� I started to move for gun, 4’clock, IWB, over shirt, under suit jacket
Him: puzzled look, and but sliding further in, “come on, it’s 2 blocks (more about where, but I could not understand)� and he points, but still looking at me
Me: yelling “GET OUT OF MY TRUCK!� almost to gun and shaking, all the way through my voice
Him: looked down at my moving hand, and my torso leaning forward adjusting and turning, as I made room to draw. His mouth opened, eyes WIDE open, he slid out and took 1 step back “whoa� left hand up, (stop) but not reaching to shut door, right hand at side. he stopped backing, did not turn did not leave. At that moment I was more sacred, I just KNEW he would begin the same process I had begun just moments ago, and I did not want that
I reached up and slammed it in gear and tore out, door still open, window still down,,, but it mostly closed when I turned into traffic. I looked back, and he was sprinting for cover. It was over.
Unrelated my customer called moments latter to ask one last question, and I told him about the altercation (less the “I almost drew my gun� part). He had not seen it, but he was going to take a look around, and see if he could identify him with my description, he was honestly concerned, like many, they live on property.
What gets me the most, my wife frequently has meetings at the church across the street, and the Junior league office is 3 blocks over(night meetings). And I can’t get her to carry, she worries about the kid finding it, I ask how that is different from me, and she has no answer, but fully supports my caring.
Any of you “not comfortable� caring on body, and only leaving in auto, get over it. No way could I have made a move to a gun in my glove box or console, as he was inches from both, and I would have had nothing if it was still in the safe. Get a good holster; start around the house and on the weekends, and work up to all the time.
also, I know what I did wrong, and that is life.
