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You're paying big bucks to be in a nice spot. It's likely summer and you're wearing light-weight clothes. If you're a family person, you're with your kids/grand-kids and doing spontaneous activities.
I struggle with it. I don't always carry for every event on vacation. This week, we're doing a week at Kiawah Island (SC), and I have a G19 with spare mags secured in a safe in the condo, and an LCP as a light-weight carry option as well.
I carried the G19 IWB during the drive down here (gas stops), but secured it when we arrived. I don't carry at the beach (not saying right or wrong, I just don't), and generally carry the LCP in my front shorts pocket when wondering around shops or walking the dog in the evening.
Last night, we were meeting extended family at 'California Dreaming' for dinner in Charleston, and knowing that there was a bar in the restaurant (presently not legal for carry in SC), I seriously considered not carrying that evening. Instead I opted to pocket-holster the LCP and leave it in a secured/cabled safe in the car while eating. Of course, not all extended family members showed up on time, and I volunteered to keep the kids entertained and walk them through the marina there while we waited. I was able to swing by the car to grab the pocket-holstered LCP without anyone wondering what was going on...
We hadn't walked 15 feet towards the dock leading to the boats when a freak on a bicycle rode into the parking lot, screaming for all he was worth. It was clear that he was out of his mind, and the kids got scared and lined up behind me. He rode straight for us, and appeared to be in some sort of rage. He was young (probably in his twenties), but he looked like just some ragged hippy in a bad mood. I really never planned on drawing on him, but was reassured that I had that option. My plan was to clothes-line the idiot off as he approached us.
He apparently picked up on my intent and slammed on the brakes, but caught traction and high-sided off onto the pavement. It was a lovely self-body-slam into the asphalt. It quickly got creepy again, as he didn't react to the fall, but continued movement, scrambling like a cock-roach towards a van a few spaces away. He climbed in and drove off. :blink: The kids were totally freaked out.
My point is, you're never safe. Nice towns, nice vacation spots, the ghouls are everywhere. I'm not saying stuff a Glock in a sandwich bag in your swim shorts, but don't think for a moment that a vacation spot is a time to let your guard down. We're still having a wonderful time here, and I'll sleep well tonight. I'll also have the G19 with three spare mags within arms-reach as well. :wink:
I struggle with it. I don't always carry for every event on vacation. This week, we're doing a week at Kiawah Island (SC), and I have a G19 with spare mags secured in a safe in the condo, and an LCP as a light-weight carry option as well.
I carried the G19 IWB during the drive down here (gas stops), but secured it when we arrived. I don't carry at the beach (not saying right or wrong, I just don't), and generally carry the LCP in my front shorts pocket when wondering around shops or walking the dog in the evening.
Last night, we were meeting extended family at 'California Dreaming' for dinner in Charleston, and knowing that there was a bar in the restaurant (presently not legal for carry in SC), I seriously considered not carrying that evening. Instead I opted to pocket-holster the LCP and leave it in a secured/cabled safe in the car while eating. Of course, not all extended family members showed up on time, and I volunteered to keep the kids entertained and walk them through the marina there while we waited. I was able to swing by the car to grab the pocket-holstered LCP without anyone wondering what was going on...
We hadn't walked 15 feet towards the dock leading to the boats when a freak on a bicycle rode into the parking lot, screaming for all he was worth. It was clear that he was out of his mind, and the kids got scared and lined up behind me. He rode straight for us, and appeared to be in some sort of rage. He was young (probably in his twenties), but he looked like just some ragged hippy in a bad mood. I really never planned on drawing on him, but was reassured that I had that option. My plan was to clothes-line the idiot off as he approached us.
He apparently picked up on my intent and slammed on the brakes, but caught traction and high-sided off onto the pavement. It was a lovely self-body-slam into the asphalt. It quickly got creepy again, as he didn't react to the fall, but continued movement, scrambling like a cock-roach towards a van a few spaces away. He climbed in and drove off. :blink: The kids were totally freaked out.
My point is, you're never safe. Nice towns, nice vacation spots, the ghouls are everywhere. I'm not saying stuff a Glock in a sandwich bag in your swim shorts, but don't think for a moment that a vacation spot is a time to let your guard down. We're still having a wonderful time here, and I'll sleep well tonight. I'll also have the G19 with three spare mags within arms-reach as well. :wink: