It varies from day to day. I had to carry what the bosses said for 25 years, now I carry whatever strikes my fancy. Most days, though, this 1960 Colt Cobra gets the nod.
Pick it up, give it a shake to make sure it’s loaded, then right front waistband. FBI loads, no spare ammo. It’s so light I can forget it’s there. Cover with unbuttoned Aloha shirt, ready to go.
If I know I’m going in or through Denver these days I up my game to a .357 Sig.
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“What you got, ain’t new.”
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