Huh. I wouldn't mind having one of those straps. Right now I have mine locked up. I've had lots of little ones around lately and had to decide if the risk was greater of them getting to it or needing it to defend myself. They aren't living here now though so I'm fixing to pull it out. I'm also looking for a fast unlocking box to keep by my bed. Right now all the guns are in a case in the living rooom.
I've got one of those boxes... Seeing as how I don't have kids around, I found the hassle factor a little too high with them. But if you do have kids around, they're a good thing. Mine has a key, but it also has a keyless entry if you move the little feet on it a certain way. That seems like a good idea, if you practice opening it enough to where you can do it quickly. I'm not good at it... I'd still be fidgeting with it 10 minutes after the burglar had killed me.
I don't carry as much as I used to when I worked in the big bad city... but those carry purses are nice... someone unknowing could rummage through my purse and not know there was a gun in there. Real easy and covert ;~D It's nice.
One of those straps does sound good, especially since I just recently started carrying a purse. We bought pistols about a year ago, I still need to go get my license, I'm a little more anxious to do it now, we had a strange incident happen Fri. night where I carried it with me even tho I didn't have a license, but I didn't conceal it, it was right out in the open.
Remember a while back I told you all about the boy that got lost around here. Well they did find him. NOW we know, he runs a way on a pretty regular basis. He is a foster kid. Well he showed up Sat morning at 1:00AM on our doorstep. He knocked Mack had fell asleep on the couch. He went to the door, and the kid asked for a ride to town. I heard talking and got up and had my gun, and was standing around the corner. He told us a vague story of how he landed up out here (we didn't know he lived around here), It was soooooooo cold that night. like 17. It is a horrible feeling to feel sorry for someone but be scared to death of them at the same time. I'm not sure our judgement was good, but we couldn't send this kid back out in that cold, so even tho we knew his story was a lie and Mack told him that we took him to town and dropped him off where he asked to go. I sat behind him in the truck with my gun in my hand. I don't think he knew I had it, but I didn't conceal it. He seemed very unthreatening. but I just didn't know what else to do.
The next morning we got another recorded phone call from the PD telling about the runaway kid. We called them and gave them a report, they were still out here looking for him. They found him pretty quick after we called. The policeman that took the report is the one that filled us in on who the kid was, and that he and his brother run away on a pretty regular basis.
Of course they asked why we didn't call them. LOL, Mack asked them why they didn't make the foster parents get better control, (bars on windows etc. to keep him from slipping out at night), instead of putting the neighbors in the position they have put us. We just hate getting involved with the police...
Anyway, I've decided it's time to quit putting this off and get my CC. With all the people moving in around here, we are seeing more and more strange stuff going on. Just the other day a boat, like a bass boat size showed up out in the woods stripped. You can see it from the road laying down by the creek. I have no idea how they got it down there...people....really scary.
Becky