OK, it's a play on the Going armed to the terror of the public law in NC. Hey, I needed a title for this little story.
Most of my OC trips have been completely uneventful lately. That's good. I had one today that was interesting in a good way.
I picked up my step dad to go put a tree stand up for him. We had to go on the other side of Hickory to get the stand from his son. On the way to the property we stopped for some drinks and to find some deer corn. No one at the gas station noticed I was carrying. They directed us across the road to a little pipe shop on Hwy 16 that sells deer corn. Yeah, you get random things like that when you get out of the urban areas. Like gas, bait, groceries, movie rentals, and tanning beds in a run down gas station. We went in the pipe shop to ask if they had any corn left. The lady came out front, stuttered a bit, looked at me and said, "Sorry, I just got a bit nervous. I don't see folks carrying a gun on their hip every day." (My step dad later admitted he did not notice it either. Never mind that we had been riding in a truck together for 45 minutes.) My reply to her was, "It's not for you." Said with a large smile. Then she started talking about wanting a CCP. We spent the next 5-10 minutes talking guns, classes, where to go, who to talk to, where to rent guns to try them out, and generally trying to steer her in the right direction for some training and a permit. I chalk that one up for the good guys.