I didn't know if to post this here or in the CHL forum, so if it's in the wrong spot, could a mod move it as you see fit?
I moved to Texas and bought a home in Georgetown in November of 2015. My better half is from Texas and we met in Maryland in 1994. So when we retired, and were looking to get away from the east coast winters and crime and congestion, she wanted to go back to Texas to be with her two sisters in the Georgeotwn area. I myself was born in Washington D.C. in a not so nice non tourist area in N.E.. Grew up in the bad part of town, and ended up joining the army to get out. Don't have any memories of a father as he got taken down from Hodgkins disease at a young age and it was just me and ma. That's my background for the record. In my teens, I ran the streets of D.C. with the wrong crowd and was on the way to becoming a hoodlum if not for an uncle who came up from Florida where he was retired from the air force. He bounced me off a few walls and told me I was joining either the army, navy, air force or marines. Period. No argument. I joined the army and found other mentors and strained up.
Now, looking back on my life in D.C. and the semi criminal lifestyle I was leading, guns were a part of life. You carried one and that was that. But you never told anyone what you were carrying or where. Gun, knife, whatever. And you always had something on you. Your weapon was concealed and never pulled unless from concealment and used with no threats or speeches. The whole idea was, if it looked like trouble, you slid a hand into a pocket and had your gun already in hand ready to pull and shoot. So, all the guns we had were small very concealable little things. small pocket autos, snubbie revolvers, derringers. They were easy to get from "The guy."
Everyone knew or knew someone who knew a guy. The guy with guns for sale. It was no problem to get a gun, just drop a word, and in a day or so word would get back to you to meet the guy in an ally, or vacant weed lot, and he'd have what you wanted. Little Browning and Beretta .25's were popular as were snub barreled Iver Johnson and Harrington Richardson .22 revolvers. You never spent a lotos money on a gun because if you used it, you tossed it in the river and went on with life. When I was 18 I was walking around with a German made Erma .25 auto in my pocket. It shot pretty accurate and never jammed when I would practice once in a while down by the river bank.
Now living in Texas, I don't understand why someone would want to publicly show what he's carrying. I mean, it's right out there on your hip and every bad guys see's exactly what you've got and where it is. This can lead to two outcomes. One is, he figures your packing something worth protecting, like lots of money, the Rolex watch or something. So he just shoots you and takes what you have. Or he sees a nice valuable gun and he just shoots you and takes it. Or if no gun, he clobbers you from behind with a steel pipe in the side of the head. Then he just loots your unconscious or dead body.
Maybe I'm just a cynic from a crappy childhood in the big city, but I just don't understand why show off what you've got? I knew too many people growing up that were good at blackjacking people by surprise and taking whatever they had. I always thought and was taught that inconspicuous was the way to go. Never let them know what you've got until you use it on them.
So, what is this east coast city boy missing?
I moved to Texas and bought a home in Georgetown in November of 2015. My better half is from Texas and we met in Maryland in 1994. So when we retired, and were looking to get away from the east coast winters and crime and congestion, she wanted to go back to Texas to be with her two sisters in the Georgeotwn area. I myself was born in Washington D.C. in a not so nice non tourist area in N.E.. Grew up in the bad part of town, and ended up joining the army to get out. Don't have any memories of a father as he got taken down from Hodgkins disease at a young age and it was just me and ma. That's my background for the record. In my teens, I ran the streets of D.C. with the wrong crowd and was on the way to becoming a hoodlum if not for an uncle who came up from Florida where he was retired from the air force. He bounced me off a few walls and told me I was joining either the army, navy, air force or marines. Period. No argument. I joined the army and found other mentors and strained up.
Now, looking back on my life in D.C. and the semi criminal lifestyle I was leading, guns were a part of life. You carried one and that was that. But you never told anyone what you were carrying or where. Gun, knife, whatever. And you always had something on you. Your weapon was concealed and never pulled unless from concealment and used with no threats or speeches. The whole idea was, if it looked like trouble, you slid a hand into a pocket and had your gun already in hand ready to pull and shoot. So, all the guns we had were small very concealable little things. small pocket autos, snubbie revolvers, derringers. They were easy to get from "The guy."
Everyone knew or knew someone who knew a guy. The guy with guns for sale. It was no problem to get a gun, just drop a word, and in a day or so word would get back to you to meet the guy in an ally, or vacant weed lot, and he'd have what you wanted. Little Browning and Beretta .25's were popular as were snub barreled Iver Johnson and Harrington Richardson .22 revolvers. You never spent a lotos money on a gun because if you used it, you tossed it in the river and went on with life. When I was 18 I was walking around with a German made Erma .25 auto in my pocket. It shot pretty accurate and never jammed when I would practice once in a while down by the river bank.
Now living in Texas, I don't understand why someone would want to publicly show what he's carrying. I mean, it's right out there on your hip and every bad guys see's exactly what you've got and where it is. This can lead to two outcomes. One is, he figures your packing something worth protecting, like lots of money, the Rolex watch or something. So he just shoots you and takes what you have. Or he sees a nice valuable gun and he just shoots you and takes it. Or if no gun, he clobbers you from behind with a steel pipe in the side of the head. Then he just loots your unconscious or dead body.
Maybe I'm just a cynic from a crappy childhood in the big city, but I just don't understand why show off what you've got? I knew too many people growing up that were good at blackjacking people by surprise and taking whatever they had. I always thought and was taught that inconspicuous was the way to go. Never let them know what you've got until you use it on them.
So, what is this east coast city boy missing?
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