Firearms Iinstuctor
Regular Member
I was heading back home from a hard day of bear hunting with hounds. The bears were not cooperating and decided it was the best to stay in the very wet swamps and not run up ay trees.
Needless to say I was muddy wet and dressed for hunting, dog leashes, radio, camo and brush pants.
I carry my 7.5 inch stainless 44 Red hawk in a left side cross draw one of those small hard to see revolvers mostly showing to the front.
The wife informs me that I was coming through down I needed to stop at Kwik trip and pick up some things.
I walk in to the store no one says a thing I say hi to a couple of people I know an get my items and go up the counter to check out. There is a new clerk there I haven't seen before.
The clerk eyes got really big and he had a strange look on his face as I walked up. I lay items on the counter to check out ask him how his evenings going and to punch my milk card.
We finish our transaction He says see you next time I tell him have a nice evening and walk out.
Just another fine day living in the north woods.
Needless to say I was muddy wet and dressed for hunting, dog leashes, radio, camo and brush pants.
I carry my 7.5 inch stainless 44 Red hawk in a left side cross draw one of those small hard to see revolvers mostly showing to the front.
The wife informs me that I was coming through down I needed to stop at Kwik trip and pick up some things.
I walk in to the store no one says a thing I say hi to a couple of people I know an get my items and go up the counter to check out. There is a new clerk there I haven't seen before.
The clerk eyes got really big and he had a strange look on his face as I walked up. I lay items on the counter to check out ask him how his evenings going and to punch my milk card.
We finish our transaction He says see you next time I tell him have a nice evening and walk out.
Just another fine day living in the north woods.
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