Sunday night, I was driving home from Bend with my wife and daughter. My daughter being only 4, she can seldom go long periods without a bathroom break, so we carry an "emergency potty" in the cargo area of our Jeep. We were about a half hour from home, when she announced she had to go. I pulled over at the first likely place, a wide spot in the road where there was a small collection of stores. They look like they were last open about 30 years ago, before the spotted owl killed the logging in the area.
Anyhow, there are streetlights in this little section, but nothing else to speak of except the empty stores. I had my .357 in a smartcarry, and my glock .40 in the glovebox, where it rides on long trips if I am not driving. I hadn't moved it to it's usual place before starting the drive home. I had nearly gone to Bend with just the .357, considered adding the 9mm Kel Tec, and finally decided if I took two guns, one should have a high capacity magazine. But I digress...
I pulled over, and got the Glock from the glovebox, clipping the holster in my waistband. Figured I would stretch my legs and stand lookout, since it was nearly ten PM and we were in the middle of nowhere. I sortof hovered around the rear of the Jeep while my wife got the girl cub settled to do her business. I started hearing what seemed to be voices over from the direction of the abandoned shops, but couldn't make them out. The hair stood up on the back of my neck, and I could feel a tense calm settle over me as I tried to get my wife and daughter to stop talking...
About the time they did, from behind the buildings came a laugh/scream, like a hyena in human guise. From past experience, I would say whoever did it was tweaking pretty hard. My wife didn't have to be told at this point to get the kid in the rig and strap in. I made my way to the front of the Jeep and waited until my wife was in before I hopped in and hauled our posteriors out of there. About the time we passed the end of those buildings, I saw a group of four figures come from behind them, two of them with long objects in hand, couldn't tell what they were...
I just know I'd have had to shoot someone if we'd been a bit slower getting out of there, and the 16 rounds I had in the Glock didn't seem near enough while I waited to get into the Jeep. Sure glad I had the .40 in my waistband, though. I think I am gonna start carrying it more often again. Last night, my Kel-Tec didn't seem like nearly enough. The shakes set in about a mile down the road.
I DO NOT feel like doing that again anytime soon...really happy to not have it be any worse than it was....All in all, it went rather well...
Just wanted to share my experience, open to critique....
Anyhow, there are streetlights in this little section, but nothing else to speak of except the empty stores. I had my .357 in a smartcarry, and my glock .40 in the glovebox, where it rides on long trips if I am not driving. I hadn't moved it to it's usual place before starting the drive home. I had nearly gone to Bend with just the .357, considered adding the 9mm Kel Tec, and finally decided if I took two guns, one should have a high capacity magazine. But I digress...
I pulled over, and got the Glock from the glovebox, clipping the holster in my waistband. Figured I would stretch my legs and stand lookout, since it was nearly ten PM and we were in the middle of nowhere. I sortof hovered around the rear of the Jeep while my wife got the girl cub settled to do her business. I started hearing what seemed to be voices over from the direction of the abandoned shops, but couldn't make them out. The hair stood up on the back of my neck, and I could feel a tense calm settle over me as I tried to get my wife and daughter to stop talking...
About the time they did, from behind the buildings came a laugh/scream, like a hyena in human guise. From past experience, I would say whoever did it was tweaking pretty hard. My wife didn't have to be told at this point to get the kid in the rig and strap in. I made my way to the front of the Jeep and waited until my wife was in before I hopped in and hauled our posteriors out of there. About the time we passed the end of those buildings, I saw a group of four figures come from behind them, two of them with long objects in hand, couldn't tell what they were...
I just know I'd have had to shoot someone if we'd been a bit slower getting out of there, and the 16 rounds I had in the Glock didn't seem near enough while I waited to get into the Jeep. Sure glad I had the .40 in my waistband, though. I think I am gonna start carrying it more often again. Last night, my Kel-Tec didn't seem like nearly enough. The shakes set in about a mile down the road.
I DO NOT feel like doing that again anytime soon...really happy to not have it be any worse than it was....All in all, it went rather well...
Just wanted to share my experience, open to critique....