joeintexas
US Veteran
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.
Wait its stupid to ask someone why they carry? Isnt the OP stupid by that logic?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.
Thats exactly how we encourage gun ownership and people to support 2A!
Someone missed the boatSo by me answering a question about whether I carry a gun or not is helping the 2A!?
I'll say it again. It's nobody's business what I do.
Your logic is way off base.
Someone missed the boat
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. ***?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.
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.
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).