CalicoJack10
Regular Member
As I passed through the protester filled streets of downtown Minocqua, headed over to get breakfast at my local BBQ Heaven, I shifted the spare magazines on my back to better fit with the beat up seats of my girlfriends crap car (a.k.a. The Silver Bullet, because when we get her a new one we are gonna shoot it till it explodes). I rolled my eyes and shook my head as we drove past the morons who believed that holding up a sign in this tourist town was actually going to make a difference.
When my girlfriend, my mother, and myself get to the eatery that I had been drooling over for more than 24 hours, I jumped out, popped the trunk, and slid my USP into its holster. As usual I looked around to see who I was making nervous, and I saw a kid about 20 years old staring at me as he jumped into his car. I walked in and was greeted by my favorite cook, and his better half. I barely cast a glance at those that were already there as I walked in and took off my coat and began to chat with my friends.
I ordered my food and walked around a bit, and after a few I was sitting down eating the best pulled pork I have ever tasted. I was sitting with my back to the kitchen and there was just one woman (sitting with the group that got out of a car with Illinois plates) who was within eye shot of my side arm. After a short while she glanced over at me and noticed that I was sitting there with a gun on my side. She immediately whispered to the man on her left "That guy's got a gun". As the whole table went quiet and they looked out of the corner of their eyes at me, the cook piped up from the background asking why they got so quiet.
The man that was first spoken to about the fact that I was carrying started his response with "Who does? That guy with the Mohawk and tattoos?", and quickly followed it up with "They have different laws in Wisconsin, don't worry about it."
We finished our meal, stopped to drop off my mother and pick up my nephew, and were off to wally world. When we got there we followed in the same group that we had seen at the BBQ place. As we walked through, I could feel the eyes on me. The group that we had already ran into paid me no mind, and I walked back to sporting goods. I was greeted by a familiar face and was asked if I needed more ammo (as if I go there for cheap ammo at all). As I talked for a few my girlfriend and nephew wondered off and I was standing there talking to this guy alone. After just a couple minutes, I had a woman walk up to me and say "Excuse me sir, I don't mean to bother you but I just have to ask you something" I smiled and asked what I could do for her. As I stood there expecting her to ask about my gun, she looked my rite in the eyes and said "Why in the world do you walk around with a Mohawk?"
I was so taken back I nearly laughed myself to tears. I explained that it is my summer haircut, and I have had it off and on since I left the military. She smiled, said thanks, and walked off.
As someone who is 6'3" with tattoos from neck to ancle and is about 215, I know I put people off until they start talking to me. But there is no way in the world I could have possibly been prepared for that situation.
When my girlfriend, my mother, and myself get to the eatery that I had been drooling over for more than 24 hours, I jumped out, popped the trunk, and slid my USP into its holster. As usual I looked around to see who I was making nervous, and I saw a kid about 20 years old staring at me as he jumped into his car. I walked in and was greeted by my favorite cook, and his better half. I barely cast a glance at those that were already there as I walked in and took off my coat and began to chat with my friends.
I ordered my food and walked around a bit, and after a few I was sitting down eating the best pulled pork I have ever tasted. I was sitting with my back to the kitchen and there was just one woman (sitting with the group that got out of a car with Illinois plates) who was within eye shot of my side arm. After a short while she glanced over at me and noticed that I was sitting there with a gun on my side. She immediately whispered to the man on her left "That guy's got a gun". As the whole table went quiet and they looked out of the corner of their eyes at me, the cook piped up from the background asking why they got so quiet.
The man that was first spoken to about the fact that I was carrying started his response with "Who does? That guy with the Mohawk and tattoos?", and quickly followed it up with "They have different laws in Wisconsin, don't worry about it."
We finished our meal, stopped to drop off my mother and pick up my nephew, and were off to wally world. When we got there we followed in the same group that we had seen at the BBQ place. As we walked through, I could feel the eyes on me. The group that we had already ran into paid me no mind, and I walked back to sporting goods. I was greeted by a familiar face and was asked if I needed more ammo (as if I go there for cheap ammo at all). As I talked for a few my girlfriend and nephew wondered off and I was standing there talking to this guy alone. After just a couple minutes, I had a woman walk up to me and say "Excuse me sir, I don't mean to bother you but I just have to ask you something" I smiled and asked what I could do for her. As I stood there expecting her to ask about my gun, she looked my rite in the eyes and said "Why in the world do you walk around with a Mohawk?"
I was so taken back I nearly laughed myself to tears. I explained that it is my summer haircut, and I have had it off and on since I left the military. She smiled, said thanks, and walked off.
As someone who is 6'3" with tattoos from neck to ancle and is about 215, I know I put people off until they start talking to me. But there is no way in the world I could have possibly been prepared for that situation.
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