This happened it Iowa before we moved to Nevada
This happened it Iowa before we moved to Nevada
My wife and I went to a gun show late one afternoon and when we left it was dark. My wife wanted to stop at a grocery store so we did. I parked along the outside edge of the parking lot where the lighting was no the best.
As we exited the store I gave my wife the keys and I pushed the cart and surveyed the parking lot, all looked OK.
I wife pushed the button to open the rear hatch and as I got to the rear of the car a person stood up between the cars and asked "GOT ANY MONEY"
I pulled my Ruger LC9 and advised him in pleasant but business like tone to get the @##$@ away from me.
He understood and left the area post haste. He was in dirty clothes like a street person and may not have posed a problem but coming up out of the shadows late at night was not the best way to approach people.
I stopped to gas up my car mid afternoon today when I saw a young guy walking across the lot watching me closely. No other cars or people were around (no station attendant in sight) and I kept an eye on his progress as he got closer. While I can't articulate it I believe he was sizing me up. I look like an easy mark, past 70 and handicapped. My 340PD was in my L/F pocket so I slid my hand on it trying to look casual. He gave me a wide berth but kept looking over his shoulder at me and checking to see if anyone else was watching us. Needing both hands to finish I shifted the gun under my shirt, appendix, with my back to him, and got back in the car. He was still looking at me as I drove away. Maybe I'm just a paranoid old retiree and nothing was going to go down, but I was really glad to be carrying. Lesson - If you can legally carry do so all the time, not selectively when you think you might need to.
Without knowing the NV self defense laws, I can't comment on whether what you did was legal or not. That aside, I think drawing a gun because a person spoke to you might be hard to defend if you were questioned.
Maybe not in NV, but in MA if I did that and the homeless person called 9-1-1 and complained, I'd likely lose my license to carry even if I wasn't charged.
Again, NV probably has a different standard, but I don't know what threat you could articulate that would support drawing a weapon.
So, you would take the chance that nothing would happen in the same situation? That is just plain disregard for personal safety. If you carry, why? Sorry, if someone came at you, and being that close, you could have a knife in your ribs or on the ground being stomped before you could draw and fire.
A gun concealed on your body is not a magic talisman against danger. You must have the mentality and mind-set to be willing to use it.
Worry about the "what ifs" will reward you with a small piece of real estate garnished with a lovely granite stone.
Worry about the "what ifs" will reward you with a small piece of real estate garnished with a lovely granite stone.
Good awareness.
I have also tried to keep aware of the "other guy" who works as a team with the guy approaching you. One gets your focus while the other comes up behind. I now take a quick glance over my shoulder while the 1st guy is still aways away to see if they are double teaming me.
Good awareness.
I have also tried to keep aware of the "other guy" who works as a team with the guy approaching you. One gets your focus while the other comes up behind. I now take a quick glance over my shoulder while the 1st guy is still aways away to see if they are double teaming me.
It's difficult to maintain situational awareness when I get out of the car and have to lean in to get my cane. That's when I'm most vunerable and I try to scan my environment, then listen to the inner voices that kept me alive during my 30 years on the street all other times. So far so good.
About two years after we moved I was asleep in our bedroom. I woke up and the only explanation I can come up with is I forgot we moved because I got up walked out into the hallway and was like "Where in THEEEEE HELLLLLL am I?"
Only ever happened one time in my life, very disorientating.