Once again........
Here in Indiana, we have the right to defend ourselves if, (and these are not verbatim quotes) :
1. You feel that your life is in danger.
2. You feel that you will suffer bodily harm.
3. You are defending your property.
And that's it, in a nutshell.
During a previous conversation, we discussed the ability to carry in bars and/or bars & grills in Indiana. Several questions came from that, but I'll give you one that happened to me over the weekend.
I'm at a bar, sober, eating some chicken and drinking my first beer. An old (but not cherished) friend of mine comes up.........drunk off his ass.........and slaps me on the back. I knew who it was so I turn around and say, "Hey man, how ya doing."
"Good man, Good! You? Lemme buy you a shot!"
"No thanks, man. I'm eating and watching the game."
He starts to grab me around the waist to pick me up out of the chair to give me a hug, and then feels the mags and the weapon itself. Put's me back down.
"Holy : censored . You strapped, Bro?"
"Yea"
"Why, man?!? I just beat people up with these! These TWO fists! I make 'em bleed and then walk away, smiling."
"That's why I carry this. They walk up with two fists.........and then I walk away while they bleed."
He got a surprised look on his face, and then he just.........walked away.
Granted; Drunk "friend" of mine. But he got the picture. Never saw him again for the rest of the night.
-Wraith
Here in Indiana, we have the right to defend ourselves if, (and these are not verbatim quotes) :
1. You feel that your life is in danger.
2. You feel that you will suffer bodily harm.
3. You are defending your property.
And that's it, in a nutshell.
During a previous conversation, we discussed the ability to carry in bars and/or bars & grills in Indiana. Several questions came from that, but I'll give you one that happened to me over the weekend.
I'm at a bar, sober, eating some chicken and drinking my first beer. An old (but not cherished) friend of mine comes up.........drunk off his ass.........and slaps me on the back. I knew who it was so I turn around and say, "Hey man, how ya doing."
"Good man, Good! You? Lemme buy you a shot!"
"No thanks, man. I'm eating and watching the game."
He starts to grab me around the waist to pick me up out of the chair to give me a hug, and then feels the mags and the weapon itself. Put's me back down.
"Holy : censored . You strapped, Bro?"
"Yea"
"Why, man?!? I just beat people up with these! These TWO fists! I make 'em bleed and then walk away, smiling."
"That's why I carry this. They walk up with two fists.........and then I walk away while they bleed."
He got a surprised look on his face, and then he just.........walked away.
Granted; Drunk "friend" of mine. But he got the picture. Never saw him again for the rest of the night.
-Wraith