All you old-timers with bad knees or lungs, or otherwise lacking good exit options, I support your decision to stand your ground and blast your adversaries to oblivion. (Or at least until they are "stopped.") I sincerely hope you experience your adversaries' slugs as wild or near misses, rather than graze wounds or direct hits. (Or better yet, you surprise them with the business end of your weapon of choice, they wet their pants and do their own escape, followed by your 911 call and brief visit by Baytown or a like-minded peace officer, and all ends well.)
I have to admit I can get pretty filled up and tactically compromised at certain BBQ places that I refuse to name on a public forum. (Go ahead and call me paranoid if you like.one eyed fatman wrote:You can do all this after eating BBQ? I'd rather sleep.My everyday choice in pants & footwear let me run, jump, climb chain-link fence, drive, etc,

In truth, I went home hungry after the HLSR BBQ contest. When I went there, every pavilion was invite-only. I had no such invitation, and the "free" BBQ they were serving up about 100 yds from the entrance did not look appetizing at all.