This is how these "open carry" morons should be handled

[hunter]

93. I'm not too keen on concealed carry either.

"Concealed" is not concealed to anyone with a sharp eye.

I've never understood the appeal of concealed carry. Any "bad guys" always own the element of surprise.

Me? I've been in some rough situations, but never one where me having a gun would have made things better. Even when the bad guys had guns.

Guns only seem useful for groups of law enforcement officers or soldiers who are EXPECTING trouble.

Otherwise they seem to make things worse, leaving awful, sometimes tragic, messes to clean up.

Plenty of people have been shot by their own guns, even cops.

Plenty of cops and soldiers have shot people who did not deserve to be shot.

My crazy grandma could be trusted with a gun at one time. She could bring home dinner. When my grandma started to get really really strange (she was never not-strange) my mom took away her guns, at least the guns she could find. My grandma was a hoarder, a bag-lady with a house she owned and a decent retirement income. Eventually the police and paramedics had to remove her from her home because she was a danger to herself and others. It was quite a scene, she held off the police and paramedics for a few hours, screaming, cussing, throwing things, kicking, hitting, and biting before they got her strapped down tight on the gurney and sedated. Little old lady gone berserker! She might have escaped too, if only she'd had a horse.

A few weeks later my mom was sorting through my grandma's crap and found more guns.

If my grandma had gone for these guns I'm sure she'd have been shot and killed by the police. The police don't like to be shot at. Seems my grandma still had some common sense, even as her life as a fully independent adult was ending. She survived to see me married. My wife got to hear a couple of her stories about dogs and horses she'd known on the family homestead as a teenager, or World War Two sailors. Grandma was a party-country-girl-shipyard-welder during the war who started out with my grandpa running away to California to put shoes on horses for the Irvine Company.

I've got some bloodier more horrible stories, but I've also got some funny stories about fools and their guns who were soon parted.