After some friends came in from out of town for the three day weekend, I woke up to find myself in that transition zone between still loving Macallan 12 and cursing its very existence. It’s a great time to awaken actually. You can still hydrate, eat, and maybe curb the effects of a raging, stay-on-the-couch-all-day, avoid-light-like-a-vampire hangover. In my particular case, I was up at 7:00 AM to meet up with my dad for a daytrip to see an aunt of mine. As I was (slowly) getting dressed, I reached for my carry rig…and then put it back . . .
I would barely trust myself to operate a motor vehicle in that state, much less carry a gun. My motor skills were on par with a toddler’s. I couldn’t deal with noise or light. And I felt like anything more complicated than walking would have me keeled over and ralphing. So I made the decision to leave my piece at home. Now, I’ve made the argument here that it’s good to take your training to the extreme, and my Labor Day hangover might have been a great training exercise. But it’s not something I’m willing to test in the real world.
Here’s the question: besides any legal restrictions, what keeps you from carrying?