I had this exact conversation with a guy in the checkout line at Super Target yesterday. To set the table, I was wearing my Gunsite hat, which to most people is a hat with a bird on it, but to some people it’s like a secret handshake.
Other Dude: “Nice hat.”
OD: “What did you take there, a 250?” (250 is the course number for Gunsite’s excellent fighting pistol class – ed)
Me: “Nope, took a carbine class. How about you?”
OD: “Shotgun, actually.”
Me: “That’s cool.”
At this juncture, we stopped for a second as I had to say something to the cashier.
Me: “So are you…”
OD: (while smiling) “Yeah, a G17. How about you?”
Me: “Like God intended.”
We shook hands and parted ways as I finished paying for my yogurt and sausage patties or whatever it was that I bought yesterday. What made that neat was that to an outside observer, it was just two yuppies in Super Target talking about whatever, a conversation as innocuous as the weather. This is why I love our culture, our sport – for the most part, we’re just good old fashioned nice guys.