Don’t Mess with Kansas.
My husband had a permit to carry, here in California. He said that when one carries a gun one has a different view of people, things, life, etc.
This guy had a vicious, nasty pitt bull and tried to attack at will. My hubby said that if he didn't control his dog better he would SHOOT it.
People ALWAYS knew when my hubby meant business. He got a certain look in his eye. Of course, he was born and brought up in Oakland and that look in his eye made even a nasty pack of young black men back off when he honked at them for lollygagging in our way (in our car).
They approached our car, screaming epithets at him but at about 30 feet they ALL stopped cold and started backing up, still screaming epithets.
Another time we were driving in a crowded area and a black guy in back of us kept honking to move forward...when there was NO place to move. The guy SWOOPED in front of me and when he looked in the rear view mirror, as I knew he would, I applauded.
He jammed on his brakes, got out of the car...BIG guy and started marching for me.
Lol. My husband merely opened the passenger door and stepped out and looked at him. The guy stopped dead in his tracks, did a 180 and marched back to his car.
My husband said that bullies like those had to be shown that he was NOT afraid of them. It ALWAYS worked with bullies. Cowards all of them.
I stil miss my dear hubby.