Mark 1911
Regular Member
I grew up in the city of East Chicago, Indiana. For those of you unfamiliar with the area, its not the nicest of neighborhoods (although it once was very nice years ago). It was around 1990 or '91, was taking a short walk from my house to the local McDonald's. A group of gang-bangers walking toward me on the opposite side of the street starting paying me a lot of unwanted attention. First talking among themselves while looking my way, then started to cross the street straight toward me. In those days I carried concealed. I simply pulled my jacket back and made sure they saw my piece on my hip. They immediately changed course. End of story. I have never had cause to actually draw, and that was the only time I ever purposely showed my sidearm to someone as a deterrent.
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