what do you say when asked "why do you carry"

I've never been asked either, I suppose an acceptable answer would be, " I needed an excuse to keep me out of the post office, a court room or the bar". Also it helps keep my pants on since I lost some weight.
 
I actually have acquaintances & extended family ask me that very idiotic question. Well:
1- I'm a cop (kinda supposed too)
2- Because I can...
3- The world is dangerous.

Then there's the inquiry of; "Are you paranoid?" My riposte is to ask them 'what am I paranoid of, I have a gun'.

There no cure for stupid & never argue with any idiot, they'll bring you down to their level & beat you with experience.
Wait its stupid to ask someone why they carry? Isnt the OP stupid by that logic?
 
Because I value and protect my most precious possession - my life, and that of my loved ones.
 
The topic never comes up in public because I carry concealed. I always carried when I was off duty, and now that I'm retired, its a good habit that I've kept. I never hid the fact from my family, and a couple of my in-laws have asked me why I carry. My answer to them was they needed to pay more attention to the national, regional, and local news regarding violent sociopaths in our world. They haven't pursued the matter since then.
 
Well, for the first 30 years or so, I did it because I had to because of the "job". Since I retired, I do because of what I have seen during the previous 30 years on the "job"....

Larry
 
In a general situation I never get asked that because I don't inform people that I do carry. However it hits a personal spot so I figure I will share my story.

We all watch the news and hear about terrible tragedies. More often than not we NEVER think we would find ourself in those situations. We have a false sense of security believing that we are protected by the odds of earth's population, and that since nothing bad has "ever" happend to you it "can't" happen to you.

On August 16th 2014, I was jogging along Lakewood drive in Lakewood Washington and it was about 7pm. I was on my way home listening to some Metallica and suddenly I felt like my arm had been punched. It was an excruciating amount of pain, I looked over and blood was trickling down my arm. In front of me was a black SUV. I realized by the size of the wound I was grazed by the bullet and had a peice of skin flapped down. I dove into the bushes to create a low silloute like they taught us in the army while calling for help. My phone ended up dying and i sat there until I felt it was safe to move. It felt like an eternity.

NOTHING and I mean NOTHING can describe the feeling of not knowing if they will come back for you. The smallest things in life start to matter like how you forgot to tell the love of your life how much you loved her, or how it may be your last time smelling nature and hearing the birds chrip. I eventually ran to the gas station and contacted the police. Of course the vehicle was never found and long gone. I brushed this incident off as a blessing from above and incredibly I was robbed a week later at gun point.

I realized something has to give, I WILL NOT be a victim anymore. I will not be brainwashed by media and anti gun mice that scramble when a pack of lions come to inflict harm. I did a bunch of research and purchased my first ccw firearm. The M&P shield .40

From this day forward she has never left my side and I am currently enrolling in a self defense class.
 
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In a general situation I never get asked that because I don't inform people that I do carry. However it hits a personal spot so I figure I will share my story.

We all watch the news and hear about terrible tragedies. More often than not we NEVER think we would find ourself in those situations. We have a false sense of security believing that we are protected by the odds of earth's population, and that since nothing bad has "ever" happend to you it "can't" happen to you.

On August 16th 2014, I was jogging along Lakewood drive in Lakewood Washington and it was about 7pm. I was on my way home listening to some Metallica and suddenly I felt like my arm had been punched. It was an excruciating amount of pain, I looked over and blood was trickling down my arm. In front of me was a black SUV. I realized by the size of the wound I was grazed by the bullet and had a peice of skin flapped down. I dove into the bushes to create a low silloute like they taught us in the army while calling for help. My phone ended up dying and i sat there until I felt it was safe to move. It felt like an eternity.

NOTHING and I mean NOTHING can describe the feeling of not knowing if they will come back for you. The smallest things in life start to matter like how you forgot to tell the love of your life how much you loved her, or how it may be your last time smelling nature and hearing the birds chrip. I eventually ran to the gas station and contacted the police. Of course the vehicle was never found and long gone. I brushed this incident off as a blessing from above and incredibly I was robbed a week later at gun point.

I realized something has to give, I WILL NOT be a victim anymore. I will not be brainwashed by media and anti gun mice that scramble when a pack of lions come to inflict harm. I did a bunch of research and purchased my first ccw firearm. The M&P shield .40

From this day forward she has never left my side and I am currently enrolling in a self defense class.
I originally got my ccw due to roaming dogs. Some vicious some not, did have a scary moment with 2 dogs luckily owner was there. Most vicious one was a little dog that bit my damn ankle. ***?

Found out its not fun or feasible to run with a gun so i carried pepper spray.
 
I've never been asked a question about whether I'm carrying or not. My friends know I do, and strangers have no cause to ask if I carry discreetly - my firearm is concealed.

However, my wife and I were vacationing in Hawaii a few years ago (I could not carry there). We were sitting around a table with some of our fellow tourists, and I mentioned that I was from Arizona. One of the women asked me about the gun laws in AZ, and I explained that it was possible for any law-abiding citizen to carry concealed (at that time with a CCW only). She asked me why anyone would want to do that.

I answered with a question. "Do you have a fire extinguisher in your home?" She answered affirmatively. I asked "Why do you have one?" She said in case there was a fire. I asked "Do you expect a fire in your home?" She said no. Then I explained that people carry concealed for a parallel reason. One never expects a violent encounter. But if it does occur, you have the means to stop it, and that was particularly important in the case of many women and most older people who aren't as able to defend themselves against a threat as when they were younger.

She thought this over and then told me that she had never thought about it in that way, and that she might have to reconsider her stance on concealed carry.

Mission accomplished.

John
 
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Outstanding response, John. I will keep that in mind in the event that I'm asked the same or a similar question. Thank you.

Andy
 
In a general situation I never get asked that because I don't inform people that I do carry. However it hits a personal spot so I figure I will share my story.

We all watch the news and hear about terrible tragedies. More often than not we NEVER think we would find ourself in those situations. We have a false sense of security believing that we are protected by the odds of earth's population, and that since nothing bad has "ever" happend to you it "can't" happen to you.

On August 16th 2014, I was jogging along Lakewood drive in Lakewood Washington and it was about 7pm. I was on my way home listening to some Metallica and suddenly I felt like my arm had been punched. It was an excruciating amount of pain, I looked over and blood was trickling down my arm. In front of me was a black SUV. I realized by the size of the wound I was grazed by the bullet and had a peice of skin flapped down. I dove into the bushes to create a low silloute like they taught us in the army while calling for help. My phone ended up dying and i sat there until I felt it was safe to move. It felt like an eternity.

NOTHING and I mean NOTHING can describe the feeling of not knowing if they will come back for you. The smallest things in life start to matter like how you forgot to tell the love of your life how much you loved her, or how it may be your last time smelling nature and hearing the birds chrip. I eventually ran to the gas station and contacted the police. Of course the vehicle was never found and long gone. I brushed this incident off as a blessing from above and incredibly I was robbed a week later at gun point.

I realized something has to give, I WILL NOT be a victim anymore. I will not be brainwashed by media and anti gun mice that scramble when a pack of lions come to inflict harm. I did a bunch of research and purchased my first ccw firearm. The M&P shield .40

From this day forward she has never left my side and I am currently enrolling in a self defense class.


I salute you, sir. Thank you for sharing with us something I'm sure you would prefer to forget -it's helpful to us to hear sobering realities like this.

Andy
 
Umm... You may want to get a better reply.
I know too many that would reply to the seatbelt question with:
"Because the Law says I HAVE to".
(the whole "Click-It or Ticket" campaign).

Well, I take it a bit further. Also, you have to admit, most of the folks you meet that are bleeding heart liberal and vehemently against CC are also middle upper class rule followers. The folks I know who would answer "Because it's the law" are the "rebels" of society who do not care to follow the rules and CC anyway!

But I use that seat-belt analogy to argue against that stupid saying that always gets thrown out there: "If you carry a gun your just looking for trouble."

I then fire back: Let me ask you, do you wear a seat belt?

To which these folks pretty much always say: "Why yes, but what does that have to do with it?"

And then I say: "Oh, so by your own analysis, your a dangerous driver because you go out looking for accidents!"

Of course they fire back: "Why that's ridiculous....I don't do that...."

I end with: "My gun is my social seat-belt. It's that simple. I no more go looking for trouble than you go looking for accidents."
 
I don't care to go into long explanations, so I say "Because I can't outrun a bad guy anymore."
 
I open carry about 90 percent of the time. Just my personal choice.

When I'm asked why I carry, my simple answer: 'To protect my family and myself.' If I'm asked to elaborate, I follow up with, 'The security of my family and myself are MY responsibility. It is my moral duty'.

That usually suffices. Simple and to the point
 
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