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Russell wrote:Ah there we go. Thank you.

Yeah, I would think that saying "you and your 9mm.." would be considered intentional failure to conceal your handgun. It is no longer concealed if the person knows its there.

Although to play devil's advocate then that would mean theoretically you could never tell any of your family members of friends that you carry, because then they would know it is there as well, and that would be failure to conceal.

What a conundrum

We have covered this a zillion times. Just simply letting someone know you are carrying is not an offenese.

Concealed does NOT mean that the other person does not know it is there.

kauboy wrote:Actually PC9.04 specifically says that actual presentation of a weapon is threat of deadly force to create apprehension that you will use deadly force if necessary. Saying that you have one is not considered a threat of force per this section.

a threat to cause death or serious bodily injury by the production of a weapon or otherwise,

nitrogen wrote:

txinvestigator wrote:I had already decided that if he followed, I was driving straight to the police station (less than a mile away) while dialing 911.

Never underestimate the stupidity of people. Many years ago, an old ex-girlfriend had gotten into a road rage situation, and was being followed by someone. She drove to a local sheriff's station, and once in the parking lot, the guy GOT OUT OF THE CAR and started yelling at her and kicking and beating on her car, in full view of a handful of deputies.

Thats why I was heading there.

I had already decided that if he followed, I was driving straight to the police station (less than a mile away) while dialing 911.

AV8R wrote:

txinvestigator wrote:

AV8R wrote:Agreed, and assuming the punk has an employer, I'd be drinking my second cup of morning coffee with him.

I didn't drive around looking for his truck, figuring that might look like I was looking to engage the guy once my daughter was gone.

I meant to say that I'd be drinking my second cup of coffee with the workman's employer.

I figured. There was no company name on the truck, but it had a ladder in it and a bunch of construction tools in the bed.

KBCraig wrote:

txinvestigator wrote:So I sat there with my car not moving while I reached for a towel and said, "ouch that coffee is hot".

Perchance, were the vehicle windows down, so that he might have heard some of your expression of discomfort, and mistaken it for words directed at him?

Mine were up and I think his were too. He was cruising along pretty good too. I think he saw me sitting there as some sort of challenge.

AV8R wrote:Agreed, and assuming the punk has an employer, I'd be drinking my second cup of morning coffee with him.

This guy was probably in his late 40's, early 50's. Our subdivision was still being built out, and there were MANY work trucks around. I didn't drive around looking for his truck, figuring that might look like I was looking to engage the guy once my daughter was gone.

I will admit, my inner devil wanted to initially just OC the guy and give him a little insight into making proper left turns and the dangers of confronting someone who might OC you.

This one was too easy. lol

I drove off and left tough guy standing there.

8 views and no one knows what they would do???

This happened to me last school year as I was driving my daughter to school.

I was leaving the neighborhood and the street I was on dead-ended onto a two-lane roadway. I stopped at the stop sign and noticed a work truck driving towards me from the right. The left turn signal was on, indicated that it would be turning on the street I was on.

I began my right turn as the truck began his left turn. He cut the corner, crossing into my path. It was obvious that if I did not stop I would hit him, so I had to brake hard. When I did I spilled my coffee on my legs.

So I sat there with my car not moving while I reached for a towel and said, "ouch that coffee is hot". As I cleaned up I noticed a vehicle next to me. It was the same truck. He had driven past, then backed up to me.

He had his window down and was looking right at me. I rolled mine down, and he said, "do you have a *expletive* problem?" I replied that I spilled my coffee, and he placed his truck in park and got out.

He said something about, "what do I wanna do about it?"

There it is, what do you do?

I'll tell ya what I did later.