Constitutional Carry

[skeet]

I remember wayyy back in the early 70's when i was up in Alaska. Was in a bar one afternoon..well it was a Lodge.. When ya went into a bar ya had to give the bartender yer gun.. Everybody did it..Got it back when ya left,,less'n you were to ...uhhh..drun...er... intoxicated to be trusted. Was only 4 of us in there plus the Btender..Really drunk uh..well..indian ..came in the door..Went to the bar..pulled out his gun and holy crap..all of a sudden it was just me the guy he had the gun pointed at and the indian...Told the fellow he was sittin in his seat..well..I kinda slowly slid off'n the stool and slipped around the corner of the bar..only to see the bartender whisperin into the phone.. wasn't more'n 2 minutes an Alaska State Trooper comes in the bar..and talked the drunk into givin up his gun. Cop was lookin for the drunk..Fellow behind the bar told me after he was gone that the guy just got belligerant when he was adrinkin....I will say though that the guy who had the gun pointed at him..was ready for the men's room.. There are restricted areas in Wyoming too. probably a good thing. I do know quite a few who go to church ...well armed. But they are always well armed for the most part.. BTW the gun the drunk indian was carrying was an early Flattop Ruger 44 mag. I saw that in the first 20 seconds. It's amazing what your mind picks up..under stress.

Gotta tell ya..a Lodge in Alaska(this one was called Clear Sky Lodge) is a whole lotta things.. They had a bar(local watering hole) restaurant small grocery store..sold guns ammo and knives auto gas and aviation gas(strip in the back) as well as a small assortment of groceries..I wasn't just sittin in there getting snockered ya know..In my defense..I waited till that night to get snockered

[Rapier]

Unfortunately, there are perfectly resonable and sane folks that under the influence can change, like flipping a light switch. I thought I had just about see all the drunk situations after riding on Friday and Saturday nights with a deputy for three years, but the night a good friend, in my home, flipped out and tried to kill me, not once but three times was a very real eye opener for me personally.

I never will forget looking down the bore of a 45 ACP, with safety just flipped off and the guy with glazed eyes and a crazed look on his face asking me "who are you and why are you holding me." I did not know it at the time but he was back in Sigon when he was a CID agent in a shootout with dopers in an old hotel. I took the gun away from him, by grabbing the slide, forcing it back and twisting it in one motion. Then put him to bed. He started making noises so I went in the dark bedroom and he was behind the door with a big Boker folder, he got my shirt, about 12 inches worth, a little nicked skin, but I got the knife, without breaking his arm and then as I turned to leave he pulled another folder and came at me again. After I got that knife, I threw him out. He was just way to crazy to remain in my home.
Ed