I am posting because I'm still kind of shocked and wondering.
We went to meet a couple from our church at a restaurant on the south side of Goshen.
Was not in a bad area, but as usual I was carrying.
I just switched over to the summer piece, my SIG 238 with an eight rd. extended mag.
Also had another mag on me.
I carry it in a Stealthgear IWB Ventcore in 3-4 o'clock position on my right side.
Anyway, by the time we got there our friends were already seated, and in the choice location of backs to the wall.
We sat down, ordered and were eating when suddenly there was a commotion up at the front of the room.
I heard people moving, but I didn't turn around.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
Everyone jumped and few women squealed.
Next thing I know, I had dropped my fork, my left hand had pulled my shirt to the side, and my right had grabbed the pistol and had "clicked " out of the holster.
Turns out the bang was a party favor and they were singing "Happy Birthday " to a large party.
Only person that saw me was the Amish man at the next table.
His eyes were like saucers.
I am still kind of stunned at the transition from eating to gunfighter mode.
I guess practicing pays off.
Wondering if anyone else has had this kind of experience.
We went to meet a couple from our church at a restaurant on the south side of Goshen.
Was not in a bad area, but as usual I was carrying.
I just switched over to the summer piece, my SIG 238 with an eight rd. extended mag.
Also had another mag on me.
I carry it in a Stealthgear IWB Ventcore in 3-4 o'clock position on my right side.
Anyway, by the time we got there our friends were already seated, and in the choice location of backs to the wall.
We sat down, ordered and were eating when suddenly there was a commotion up at the front of the room.
I heard people moving, but I didn't turn around.
Suddenly, there was a loud bang.
Everyone jumped and few women squealed.
Next thing I know, I had dropped my fork, my left hand had pulled my shirt to the side, and my right had grabbed the pistol and had "clicked " out of the holster.
Turns out the bang was a party favor and they were singing "Happy Birthday " to a large party.
Only person that saw me was the Amish man at the next table.
His eyes were like saucers.
I am still kind of stunned at the transition from eating to gunfighter mode.
I guess practicing pays off.
Wondering if anyone else has had this kind of experience.