Ray
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that had me thinking about a day a few summers ago here in Alaska. I was hiking in the hills behind Anchorage where the grizzly and black bears, wolves, and bull moose rome as they please. This day I was in the mood to carry my .44 mag redhawk in my Black Eagle tactical chest holster (there had been some bears actively feeding on salmon in a stream at the base of the hills so they were around). With just the wood grips sticking out of the holster it looks like some sort of hiking gear. I went up a far hill and had lunch over looking Cook Inlet and Knik Arm as well as 90% of Anchorage.
I only saw one moose and it was far away but there was some bear poop on the main trail closer to town. The hillsides were animal free that day. I had hoped to see some sheep on the back ridge from the hill top, but no joy.
As I was coming back down off the hill the brush closes in but the trail is still 9 to 10 feet wide with some tight "blind" corners. As I rounded one of the corners there was a family group coming up the hill towards me. Grandmotherly lady in the lead talking non stop about what she was seeing and then the young adults with the little kids running wild around their feet. It was obvious that grandma was up visiting her kids and the grand kids. It as a great day to take her out on a walk in the hills over looking town.
As I approached the family grandma beamed at me and then she saw IT. That huge murderous beast of a pistol strapped to my chest. She screamed "HE"S GOT A GUN!" "GET THE KIDS!" I think there was a couple of OH MY GODS in there as well. The other "adults" also went into a panic and grabbed up their little ones and they all scampered to the side of the trail. Grandma started in on me telling me that this was a national park and that guns were not allowed and that she was going to call the park rangers on me. I stopped with my hands held up to my sides and told them that it was legal to carry a gun here and that this was a state park not a national park. She was still screaming at me to leave them alone. I did since the kids were all crying by now. The dad had picked up a stick to defend his family with. I parted ways with the nice family mentioning that there was some fresh grizzly bear poop up the trail (it was a few days old actually) and they he had better keep his stick "just in case." I did hear a comment to my backside, "What is this world coming to when you can't even go hiking without seeing guns. Somebody has to do something about this." Obviously she had no clue where she was on the planet, but her political voice is all that matters.
So, yeah you will know porn when you see it, but your idea of what is over the top is very different from another persons. In the above case I had "porn" on my chest in grandmas view, but I was doing what is common sense all over Alaska from April to November.
I only saw one moose and it was far away but there was some bear poop on the main trail closer to town. The hillsides were animal free that day. I had hoped to see some sheep on the back ridge from the hill top, but no joy.
As I was coming back down off the hill the brush closes in but the trail is still 9 to 10 feet wide with some tight "blind" corners. As I rounded one of the corners there was a family group coming up the hill towards me. Grandmotherly lady in the lead talking non stop about what she was seeing and then the young adults with the little kids running wild around their feet. It was obvious that grandma was up visiting her kids and the grand kids. It as a great day to take her out on a walk in the hills over looking town.
As I approached the family grandma beamed at me and then she saw IT. That huge murderous beast of a pistol strapped to my chest. She screamed "HE"S GOT A GUN!" "GET THE KIDS!" I think there was a couple of OH MY GODS in there as well. The other "adults" also went into a panic and grabbed up their little ones and they all scampered to the side of the trail. Grandma started in on me telling me that this was a national park and that guns were not allowed and that she was going to call the park rangers on me. I stopped with my hands held up to my sides and told them that it was legal to carry a gun here and that this was a state park not a national park. She was still screaming at me to leave them alone. I did since the kids were all crying by now. The dad had picked up a stick to defend his family with. I parted ways with the nice family mentioning that there was some fresh grizzly bear poop up the trail (it was a few days old actually) and they he had better keep his stick "just in case." I did hear a comment to my backside, "What is this world coming to when you can't even go hiking without seeing guns. Somebody has to do something about this." Obviously she had no clue where she was on the planet, but her political voice is all that matters.
So, yeah you will know porn when you see it, but your idea of what is over the top is very different from another persons. In the above case I had "porn" on my chest in grandmas view, but I was doing what is common sense all over Alaska from April to November.