I just got back home from a trip to the local sporting goods store. I was on my daily quest for reloading supplies. I was in the parking lot putting my bag in the passensers back door of the truck. I hear sombody yelling and didn't understand or know that this loon was talking to me. What I was able to make out was something about being a gun wackko and the NRA and all its type need to be wiped off the face of the earth. I assume he saw my NRA stickers in the window of the truck. Now this caught me off gaurd a bit. I couldn't get my brain to right away grasp what he said. Then he started to move slowly twards me, I unziped what little was zipped on my jacket and got my hand on my 1911. Upon seeing this he didn't yell but said loudly "he has a gun". One guy in the lot heard this and stoped dead in his tracks. The wackko did back off and shut up, when he saw my hand go to my waistband, get in his minivan and leave. I gotta tell ya the adrelin was realy pumping, I just stood there for 15-20 seconds. The other guy in the lot shouted over to me to ask if I was OK. He walked over (with his jacket unzipped) I then reconized him from the range and vice versa. He said "your were almost ready to pull it wern't ya?" Yup. Then he said something that made me a bit calmer "I was too, I'd have had your back" I thanked him, got in the truck took the picture of my girlfriends grandaughter off the dash ( she is five and we are best buddies) gave it a kiss and went home. All I have to say is keep your eyes and ears open boys and girls, it isnt the same world we grew up in, but there are still some good guys and girls out there. Now I'm going to mix myself a drink or five.