DrBoomBoom
Member
I carry in the house. I'm carrying now. Several months ago, I heard the door knob rattle so I called out, figuring it was my son home early from college. As usual, I was carrying my snubnose in my pocket. I put my hand in my pocket and walked to the door, carefully looking through the side window, nobody there. As I stepped out on the porch, I saw an older blue dodge leaving our street rather quickly. Carry them guns, fellas. Only a gun that's ready can protect you. A gun you carry with you is always ready.