Good morning everyone, and thanks for checking in here and there. Open carry encounters are few and far between now, which has been wonderfully peaceful. I'm actually beginning to consider *gasp* concealed carry on a more regular basis, because mental fatigue is a thing, and I am thirty five, after all.

However, yesterday...there was this guy. I had stopped into a convenience store to buy a Thing. I went in, grabbed the Thing, and got in line to checkout. Another guy walked in, wanting to buy another Thing, who got in line behind me."Oh, that's a real gun," he said with genuine surprise, as if his first thought was that it might be a prop or a BB gun.
"Of course," I replied, smiling over my shoulder.
He goes, "It has a laserscope."
I almost died of asphyxiation trying not to laugh out loud and to only sound friendly when I replied, "Flashlight." I paid for my Thing and left, then howled in laughter in my car.

Oh, here's a picture of Chester, the new addition to the house.
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