grishnav
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So myself and a friend were bored, and she was stressed and needed to get out of the house for a while.
I've been itching to OC on the max, ever since a thread was posted about it a while back (and in fact I'm working, albeit slowly, with Dave on the Oregon equivelant of the WGR pamphlet), so I suggested that we grab some all day tickets and go all the way to Hillsboro and back.
So, we started out at the eastmost point (Cleaveland Avenue) and rode all the way to Hillsboro, stopping at Lloyd Center (surprisingly, nobody noticed, nobody cared... i wouldn't reocommend others try this, though... we were just runnin' in for a quick cinnabon), and went all the way to Hillsboro. Stopped in Portland on the way back looking for Italian Sodas from about 9:00-10:30. No, we didn't find any. We did ask the TriMet secuirty guard hanging around the square, though. (Sidenote: There were a ton of security guards starting at about Lloyd and ending around Beaverton, but didn't see a single transit police.) He didn't know where we could get italian sodas.
So we wandered around some bars and restaurants asking for italian sodas, and at one point, to use the restroom. Then we hopped back on the train and continued back to Gresham.
On this trip, I did catch somebody eyeing my piece, and they pointed at it and tried to get my attention. Normally, I'd be more than happy to engage someone who noticed in a conversation about my firearm (opportunity to educate!), but something about this guy just screamed "anti lookin' for a fight". Why an anti would try to pick a fight with somebody openly carrying a GLOCK 22 is beyond me... Maybe they wanted to try to be a martyr?
Oh well... We'll never know because I trusted my instincts and ignored him. Just kept talking to my friend, acting like I didn't hear him (he was trying to interupt anyway, and didn't even wait for a break in the conversation...jerk). He gave up really quickly and didn't escalate his attempts to get my attention, so it must not have been that important. Besides, subduing the enemy without ever fighting is the true acme of skill. My mission for this trip was to expose people to Open Carry by regular old citizens, not necessarily to educate. If he was listening to our conversation (I'm sure he was), he would have quickly realized I was neither a cop nor a security guard, so in that sense, I avoided (what I sensed would have been) a nasty verbal confrontation and accomplished my mission. Nifty.
Got home, went to bed. Really nothing to tell. Totally and completely uneventful. Might as well have been carrying concealed, except OC is WAY more comfortable.
So myself and a friend were bored, and she was stressed and needed to get out of the house for a while.
I've been itching to OC on the max, ever since a thread was posted about it a while back (and in fact I'm working, albeit slowly, with Dave on the Oregon equivelant of the WGR pamphlet), so I suggested that we grab some all day tickets and go all the way to Hillsboro and back.
So, we started out at the eastmost point (Cleaveland Avenue) and rode all the way to Hillsboro, stopping at Lloyd Center (surprisingly, nobody noticed, nobody cared... i wouldn't reocommend others try this, though... we were just runnin' in for a quick cinnabon), and went all the way to Hillsboro. Stopped in Portland on the way back looking for Italian Sodas from about 9:00-10:30. No, we didn't find any. We did ask the TriMet secuirty guard hanging around the square, though. (Sidenote: There were a ton of security guards starting at about Lloyd and ending around Beaverton, but didn't see a single transit police.) He didn't know where we could get italian sodas.
So we wandered around some bars and restaurants asking for italian sodas, and at one point, to use the restroom. Then we hopped back on the train and continued back to Gresham.
On this trip, I did catch somebody eyeing my piece, and they pointed at it and tried to get my attention. Normally, I'd be more than happy to engage someone who noticed in a conversation about my firearm (opportunity to educate!), but something about this guy just screamed "anti lookin' for a fight". Why an anti would try to pick a fight with somebody openly carrying a GLOCK 22 is beyond me... Maybe they wanted to try to be a martyr?
Oh well... We'll never know because I trusted my instincts and ignored him. Just kept talking to my friend, acting like I didn't hear him (he was trying to interupt anyway, and didn't even wait for a break in the conversation...jerk). He gave up really quickly and didn't escalate his attempts to get my attention, so it must not have been that important. Besides, subduing the enemy without ever fighting is the true acme of skill. My mission for this trip was to expose people to Open Carry by regular old citizens, not necessarily to educate. If he was listening to our conversation (I'm sure he was), he would have quickly realized I was neither a cop nor a security guard, so in that sense, I avoided (what I sensed would have been) a nasty verbal confrontation and accomplished my mission. Nifty.
Got home, went to bed. Really nothing to tell. Totally and completely uneventful. Might as well have been carrying concealed, except OC is WAY more comfortable.