Yep. Handcuffs. We’re going to need a bigger blog to cover all the things that can go wrong with carrying (and using) handcuffs as a private citizen.
Kudos for carrying a CAT-T tourniquet (TQ) but here’s a pro-tip: Take it out of the wrapper and stage it to its largest fitting. You might need to self-apply one-handed to your thigh. Over your shoe/boot. And while you might be able to tear the wrapper with one’s teeth, remember you might be losing blood at the rate of over 120 nice squirts per minute. Yeah, if the Pulse Nightclub killer is leaking, I’m not going to be in a big hurry to apply a TQ, but for most innocent folks, sooner is better.
He carries the 43X and a reload. I don’t want to start GLOCK wars, but for a smidgen bigger and a couple tenths of an inch wider, you can carry the G19 with 15+1. Maybe the 43X fills his need.
Prepared must have an old iPhone with a failing battery, because he carries enough charging gear for a platoon. Oh well, his pockets, not mine.
And under “First Aid” he carries a lighter, Advil and some Purell. Lord, let me not have Mr. Prepared working first aid on me if I spring a minor leak. “Here, we’ll just cauterize it and it’ll be good,” he whispers in my ear. After he handcuffs me so I won’t resist.
“We’ll even slip you a couple of Advil at no charge so you won’t feel a thing.”
Yeah, no thanks.
I’ve poked a little fun at him, but he carries the essentials: gun, blade and light. And a reload for extra credit. He’s prepared with just that. All the rest are just modern conveniences.
Anyone else want to make any observations (or poke some fun) about Mr. Prepared’s stuff? Aside from not having a key for those cuffs.