Congrats! Wal-mart is definitely not someplace I'd want to go today either.
I am scared of empty guns and keep mine loaded at all times. The family knows the guns are loaded and treats them with respect. Loaded guns cause few accidents; empty guns kill people every year. -Elmer Keith. 1961
Awwww, where's your courage?? Just because there are tons of rabid shoppers, it just means you jump into the deep end of carrying concealed. Your patience will DEFINATELY be tried and a good test of constraint. As my Grandpa used to say, if your gonna be a bear, be a Grizzly!
Seriously, congrats on the plastic. I am sure you will have lots of other opportunities over the next few weeks to deal with crowded situations.
Keith
Texas LTC Instructor, Missouri CCW Instructor, NRA Certified Pistol, Rifle, Shotgun Instructor and RSO, NRA Life Member
I got my new Milt Sparks rig that I've been wearing around the house and work for about a month all positioned. Checked the mirror, asked the little woman about a dozen times if she seen anything or could even slightly detect the presence. Wore it around the house with a house full of relatives, nobody noticed.
Playing dominos, someone decided we needed some Blue Bell. WalMart is the closest grocery store, so I decided to get my self in gear, no time like the present.
I was running thru everything I could think of about my stance, bending over, bending my knees instead of bending my waist etc..
I get to Wally World, with one of my nephews (11 years old) and we have to park about 100 yds from the door. The walk up to the doors, was cold, and the wind was blowing pretty hard, but nothing was flapping around and I was feeling confident as I approached. Got everything under control.
We slide right past the automatic doors, and stroll up to and speak to the greeter, then walk right on in.
Then all hell breaks loose. The alarm starts wailing like a siren on a battleship and my heart just sunk. My heart was beating like a drum. Gentlemen, I was in stressed mode deluxe. I held my cool and looked around to see what was going on, fully expecting to see J Edgar Hoover and a Humvee full of ninjas drawing down on me.
Everything's cool, one of the shoppers had a tag on a shirt the check out clerk missed and the sensors at the exit caught it.
I don't exactly know how I looked, but I felt pretty startled for a minute or two. That really caught me off gaurd.
We eased on in and headed straight to the sporting goods dept so my nephew could check out the fishing gear and remind me to remind his parents of what exactly he wants for Christmas. I acted like I was reading the label and took a minute to regain some composure.
I settled down, and the veins in my forehead submurged and we took about 30 minutes in the store then headed to the 40ft long 15 items or less check out line. I checked my watch, 18 minutes to get thru checkout.
I made it out OK, no buzzers when we exited and got home in one piece.
Sounds like a heck of a first public experience...