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For the second time since I have been carrying over the last 7 years, I have had to present my pistol, and once again, everyone got home safely. This one really shook me up.
I was at one of Xxxxxxxxxxx's oldest parks doing some metal detecting today. This is a good park for some wheaties and the occasional silver coin, but is borderline to a fairly "unstable" area. For the majority of my afternoon, there were a small amount of others in the park, not croweded, but certainly not deserted, either. Suddenly, though, I noticed the park was empty, and decided to begin making my way back to my truck.
Along the way, on a grass patch near the lake, I stopped to dig a signal. While I was down on the ground, something struck me as "off", and I snsed danger and forboding. I looked to my left, and saw that a young gangsta-type male had made his way to about 15 yards away from me, and was approaching slowly. I looked at him, and he acknowledged that he saw me looking at him. As he continued slowly towards me, his hands constantly in his baggy jacket pockets, he swung further to the left, so as to be able to appraoch me from behind. I slowly stood up and fixed my glance at him as I began walking towards my truck, thus making available an option to him to de-escalate his approach, which he did not.
At this point, I was firmly understanding of what was going on, and felt I needed to take measures. As I continued walking, I brushed my shirt and coat aside, exposing my G27. As well, I unsnapped it and unholstered in halfway, keeping my hand firmly on the pistol as I once again met his glance. At this point, he stopped, acknowledged thorough this silent dance we were doing that he saw and knew I was NOT the sheep perhaps he belived, then made a motion to another across the street, opening his jacket and pointing to where a gun may be. I do not know if this was hime "telling" his little friend across the street that I was packed and it was off or what, and I don't care. He sat on a brick wall near the parking lot to this park, a wall I would have to drive right by.
I now know there is at least one more, and I had NO DOUBT that what was going on was a size-up on me, and now I had to drive by this jackass to leave. Thusly, I had my pistol in my right hand, right hand on the steering wheel, eyes FIXED on shitstack as I drove by. He gave a look, and I drove on. Any armchair quarterbacks woulda done different, good on ya, I'm sure you have your reasons. As far as I'm concerned, I'm now home safe and about to play with my kids, the gangsta-boy isn't riddled with Cor-Bons, and I'm not filling out paperwork.
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