My “assault pistol” (a 5 shot .357 revolver), saved my ass and my wife’s ass one day in the middle of BFE New Mexico. Not a shot was fired but the mere presence of the pistol immediately changed the dynamics of a developing situation in a way that fvaored the law abiding vacationers.
My pistol prevented a beating of two women and myself after going to pick up my female friend’s mom from a really seedy bar on Central Ave in Albuquerque.
My friend went into the bar to retrieve her mom. I stayed in the car. After five minutes, a shady dude walked out the door. My friend’s mom and my friend came out shortly after.
They were followed by some very drunk dudes. The shady dude made a comment to the others and they proceeded to harrass my friend and her mom.
I reached under the seat, pulled the pistol out and left the car.
I ordered the two women into the car and then the four dudes started yelling at me.
I pulled the pistol out from my jacket, showed it, and calmly told them to go back in to the bar. Two immediately complied. The other two wanted to press the matter.
“What are you gonna do? Shoot all of us?”
I replied “I have 20 rounds. I can get both of you and then get the others who just bailed back into the bar.
They looked back and realized they only were two now.
They turned and went back in.
I had an Intratec Scorpion .22 on me.
My friend’s mom never did sober up.