A Cautionary Tale; please consider-
Dec 16, 2023 17:28:52 GMT -5
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Post by Burnston on Dec 16, 2023 17:28:52 GMT -5
Note up front; my son was not harmed, and I was not seriously harmed in this unexpected encounter. Please consider the following a cautionary word based on an unexpected and unfortunate experience; not a measuring stick for machismo.
My father recently gifted me an heirloom quality Ruger Super Blackhawk in .44 mag once owned by several long gone family members, wrapped in a delightfully tooled Safariland #43. Many of you will know that this holster features a snap, (important note.) This is a break from my typical rig, that being a Tom Threepersons with a hammer thong. While I typically shy away from change for change's sake, I strapped this rig to my belt for a walk through the woods with my three year old son, after putting about 200 rounds through it to get the feel for things.
Being the proud owner of a "big-boy" battery powered tractor equipped with trailer, my good son rode through the woods about twenty yards ahead of my while I followed, enjoying watching him have a good time. Spending my life on various ranches and outdoor settings, I naturally make careful effort to be hyper vigilant while outside the house, especially with my son. This habit allowed me to see a black and white critter from a good distance away as it rapidly approached my boy. The sound of the tractor kept me from hearing what turned out to be an aggressive pitt bull crashing through the leaves and branches at a good clip. Naturally I took to a good run while attempting to draw my pistol, my son being completely oblivious while he enjoyed his ride.
I felt my heart in my throat for the split second it took me to realize I was using my thumb to look for a hammer thong that was not there, instead of un-snapping my revolver. That split second was vital, as the dog closed the distance with shocking efficiency. We made it to the boy at about the same time and I was able to offer him my left arm in lieu of his primary target, my revolver still securely holstered. I was able to bear hug him, dislodge the Black Hawk and secure the dog at a safe angle while I irreversibly dispatched him. My denim/horse blanket jacket saved my arm to a large degree, the only result of this madness being intense bruising. No lacerations or blood loss. My son had forgotten about the whole ordeal by the time we made it home, though his recounting of the event will no doubt surface at the next church potluck on the third Sunday of the month.
The dog was a very well built, healthy weight animal, leading me to believe he has a home. Bearing no collar, it has bee a chore tracking down the owner thus far. However, this is but a slight bump in the road towards the inevitable.
Please take the following with the spirit it is indented, as my negligence almost cost me a great deal.
1. The "concealed carry culture" aficionados who have their Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, etc. guns/rigs are, in my opinion, short-sighted at best, bordering on foolish. If one is prone towards change for change's sake, might I suggest at the very least utilizing the same carry system for your various guns. While I am under no illusions in comparing this experience to an active shooter scenario, I cannot help but feel that the fundamentals to getting one's firearm into action are universal when doing so under intense pressure and adrenaline.
2. Consistency is key to efficiency. Though it is impossible to say with certainty, I feel that I could have taken this dog on the run when I first saw him had I been carrying my usual m21 in its usual trimmings. The tiny detail of hammer thong v. snap is a world of difference when you have one and are expecting/experienced in the other.
3. Watchful does not mean irrationally paranoid. It only takes a moment to ruin your life. Best to maintain awareness and "risk" being called overly cautious.
Please pardon the soap box. I do not intend to take away from the lessons of those whose experience far exceeds my own. That said, please take this for what it is worth; that is my own limited but extreme (in this case) encounter.
My father recently gifted me an heirloom quality Ruger Super Blackhawk in .44 mag once owned by several long gone family members, wrapped in a delightfully tooled Safariland #43. Many of you will know that this holster features a snap, (important note.) This is a break from my typical rig, that being a Tom Threepersons with a hammer thong. While I typically shy away from change for change's sake, I strapped this rig to my belt for a walk through the woods with my three year old son, after putting about 200 rounds through it to get the feel for things.
Being the proud owner of a "big-boy" battery powered tractor equipped with trailer, my good son rode through the woods about twenty yards ahead of my while I followed, enjoying watching him have a good time. Spending my life on various ranches and outdoor settings, I naturally make careful effort to be hyper vigilant while outside the house, especially with my son. This habit allowed me to see a black and white critter from a good distance away as it rapidly approached my boy. The sound of the tractor kept me from hearing what turned out to be an aggressive pitt bull crashing through the leaves and branches at a good clip. Naturally I took to a good run while attempting to draw my pistol, my son being completely oblivious while he enjoyed his ride.
I felt my heart in my throat for the split second it took me to realize I was using my thumb to look for a hammer thong that was not there, instead of un-snapping my revolver. That split second was vital, as the dog closed the distance with shocking efficiency. We made it to the boy at about the same time and I was able to offer him my left arm in lieu of his primary target, my revolver still securely holstered. I was able to bear hug him, dislodge the Black Hawk and secure the dog at a safe angle while I irreversibly dispatched him. My denim/horse blanket jacket saved my arm to a large degree, the only result of this madness being intense bruising. No lacerations or blood loss. My son had forgotten about the whole ordeal by the time we made it home, though his recounting of the event will no doubt surface at the next church potluck on the third Sunday of the month.
The dog was a very well built, healthy weight animal, leading me to believe he has a home. Bearing no collar, it has bee a chore tracking down the owner thus far. However, this is but a slight bump in the road towards the inevitable.
Please take the following with the spirit it is indented, as my negligence almost cost me a great deal.
1. The "concealed carry culture" aficionados who have their Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, etc. guns/rigs are, in my opinion, short-sighted at best, bordering on foolish. If one is prone towards change for change's sake, might I suggest at the very least utilizing the same carry system for your various guns. While I am under no illusions in comparing this experience to an active shooter scenario, I cannot help but feel that the fundamentals to getting one's firearm into action are universal when doing so under intense pressure and adrenaline.
2. Consistency is key to efficiency. Though it is impossible to say with certainty, I feel that I could have taken this dog on the run when I first saw him had I been carrying my usual m21 in its usual trimmings. The tiny detail of hammer thong v. snap is a world of difference when you have one and are expecting/experienced in the other.
3. Watchful does not mean irrationally paranoid. It only takes a moment to ruin your life. Best to maintain awareness and "risk" being called overly cautious.
Please pardon the soap box. I do not intend to take away from the lessons of those whose experience far exceeds my own. That said, please take this for what it is worth; that is my own limited but extreme (in this case) encounter.