EtdBob
Regular Member
Yesterday I was working in a pump house when a 1” waterline suddenly blew.
135 psi, open 1 inch pipe tapped right off an 8 inch main line aimed at the ceiling. Instant Flood.
Everyone split out the door except me, because I was busy slapping electrical disconnects off then looking for a valve to shut the durn water off!
Thankfully I was wearing a wool jacket buttoned up and a cowboy hat at the time. Only my jeans got soaked to the skin, the rest of me was mostly dry.
Afterwards we all stood around dripping to one degree or the other and joked about it. I took off my wet wool jacket…Exposing my Glock!
I wasn’t gonna keep a wet jacket on just to conceal my gun.
This was on Colville tribal lands. Anyone know what the rules governing open carry on tribal lands are???
Anyway, everyone noticed I had a gun on.
Much discussion followed.
Three out of four didn’t care, but the fourth felt that openly carrying was in some way practically an initiation of force against him.
I have gotten that response quite a bit over the years. It seems that many folk are just not comfortable with “any old Joe” having a gun at his side, that said Joe could draw and kill ‘em at the drop of a hat should they wish to do so or lose their temper. A gun on my hip makes me feel safer, but makes many others feel less safe. It may be a silly response, but never the less it is a very real one.
Heh, we went on to argue politics for hours, greatly slowing down the work we were doing.
At one point the uncomfortable-with-guns-fella was standing there red faced and yelling at me. One of the other fellas laughing, said “ Draw your gun and shoot him Bob! Shoot him! Shoot him!”
It was actually pretty funny at the time. For us anyway, not for the gun hater.
135 psi, open 1 inch pipe tapped right off an 8 inch main line aimed at the ceiling. Instant Flood.
Everyone split out the door except me, because I was busy slapping electrical disconnects off then looking for a valve to shut the durn water off!
Thankfully I was wearing a wool jacket buttoned up and a cowboy hat at the time. Only my jeans got soaked to the skin, the rest of me was mostly dry.
Afterwards we all stood around dripping to one degree or the other and joked about it. I took off my wet wool jacket…Exposing my Glock!
I wasn’t gonna keep a wet jacket on just to conceal my gun.
This was on Colville tribal lands. Anyone know what the rules governing open carry on tribal lands are???
Anyway, everyone noticed I had a gun on.
Much discussion followed.
Three out of four didn’t care, but the fourth felt that openly carrying was in some way practically an initiation of force against him.
I have gotten that response quite a bit over the years. It seems that many folk are just not comfortable with “any old Joe” having a gun at his side, that said Joe could draw and kill ‘em at the drop of a hat should they wish to do so or lose their temper. A gun on my hip makes me feel safer, but makes many others feel less safe. It may be a silly response, but never the less it is a very real one.
Heh, we went on to argue politics for hours, greatly slowing down the work we were doing.
At one point the uncomfortable-with-guns-fella was standing there red faced and yelling at me. One of the other fellas laughing, said “ Draw your gun and shoot him Bob! Shoot him! Shoot him!”
It was actually pretty funny at the time. For us anyway, not for the gun hater.