“Which is great until a home invader has a gun against a loved-one’s head”
You know what we call a home invader? Target practice. If you are not capable of protecting your gold then you probably should just bury it in a PVC tube in the backyard and plant a rose bush over it.
Don’t make the mistake of hubris. Unless you live on a private island and are guarded by Blackwater, you’re at risk of home invasion or a sniper ambush or the like. Ponder life in Mexico, where gangs kill mayors and police chiefs (who are guarded better than you or I) every day. Kidnapping a relative (how many nieces and nephews do you have? How much do you love them, if they’re sceaming on the cell phone?)
Please, no hubris. I’m an ex-SEAL and the scenarios scare me a LOT. I don’t live behind a swept-zone surrounded by triple concertina wire and a platoon of troops. Everybody has to go shopping-—and risk a parking lot takedown by “commando criminals” (cite Argentina, Mexico) who are dressed in police or SWAT type uiniforms. Just to kidnap a relative, to torture, because an extensive google search revealed one’s foolish propensity to talk about PMs on the internet.
Old tech or new tech, torturing beloved relatives is the proven method to find buried or hidden treasure. Please don’t be so glib in dismissing the possibility of a home invasion or similar hyper crime against your family.
It sounds like somebody in Ocean City (NJ or MD) bragging at this moment about throwing a hurricane party and riding it out.
You know what we call a home invader? Target practice.