The summer before we all went away to college, my high school buddies and I went out to western Kansas for a couple weeks for coyote, jackrabbits,and P-dogs, and whatever other unfortunate animal happened to cross our paths...we went into town one afternoon to pick up some food, wearing our revolvers on our hips...no one said anything, no one even seemed to notice until we had already checked out....

My buddy Chuck was 6'4" and 295#, pretty large character and carrying a pretty large 44mag on his hip...and this little "soccer mom" type gets up in his face nearly screaming at him for being a "crazy gun carrying redneck"...

Chuck hollers "Lady!!", drew his pistol, cocked it, and slammed it on the counter, just staring this gal in the eyes...after a tense moment he quietly asked her "in the last 10 seconds, what did that COCKED and LOADED gun do to you?---Nothing----but I bet I scared the schitt out of you"...

He picked up his pistol, cleared it, and we walked out without a word from anyone else in the store.