Morning at the dog park turns interesting.
Took the dogs out to the fenced in dog park for some off leash play time. As is my usual custom in cooler weather, I was carrying my Kimber 1911 OWB with a spare mag on the belt, under a light, longish windbreaker.
The park is a square, with a 6-7 foot high chain link fence, with double gates on the south and east ends. The gates are separated by a short, narrow fenced in space, so you come in one gate, close it, and move to the next gate to get in / out.
There is a "time out" pen on the north side, along with another set of gates, but the north gates are locked. All four sides of the park are bordered by roads. A major road on the west side, and side streets on the other three. A small parking lot adjoins the park to the south.
The park is not in the best neighborhood.
Shortly after we arrive, an older 4 door sedan cruises by on the main road, and makes a slow circle around the park, heading back out onto the main road. In the initial pass, the car is occupied by two people.
A bit later, the car comes back, now with 4 young adult males on board, and makes another slow pass by the park. I am on the north end, retrieving a Malinois land mine, when I notice the car. The license plate, which was in the read window before, is no longer visible. We're now officially on Condition Orange.
The car stops briefly by the east gate, and one of the rear passengers gets out and stands by the gate, wearing a hooded sweatshirt and with his hands not visible in his pockets.
I get the dogs back to me, and move them toward the time-out pen. As I am doing this, the car moves to the south gate, stops and one of the other occupants exits the vehicle toward the gates.
Move to red-ish orange. Open jacket, retrieve cell phone, edge towards a large tree for cover, keeping distance and an eye on both subjects. The placement of the trees provides cover from the north and a bit from the west.
Contact at the east gate opens the first gate and enters the "airlock" space between the gates. Hands still in pockets. Contact at the south gates remains outside the gate.
I am closest to the guy coming through the east gate, so I look him directly in the eye, moving my hand back to the pistol (still concealed under the jacket) and ask him if I can help him, or if there is a message he would like to have passed on to the police dispatcher I was talking to.
He responds with a string of profanities, and heads back out. The car picks up both subjects and leaves.
I retrieve the dogs from the time-out pen, and return to my vehicle.
Where I call the police and give them descriptions - very happy that he bought my bluff in the park because the first call didn't go through.
I am not sure what these folks were planning, but I suspect it was not something in my best interests....