How Much Ammunition Do You Carry On A Regular Basis?

that's a silly stereotype. if you know what you are doing, someone who mugs you won't know you have a gun until you have shot him. It's the same with a knife. someone with training-the attacker won't know there is a knife until he's bleeding. but yes, in some cases, a gun won't help you. jus like in some cases a seatbelt won't save you in a crash or a top hospital might not save you. It's all about playing the odds

 

According to the FBI, more than 95% of civilian-involved defensive gun usages (DGU) are resolved peacefully, with no injuries sustained by either party.

If you search “defensive gun usage" you’ll find it happens anywhere from 500k – 3.5 million times annually (in the US). The raw numbers come from the CDC, most recently from a study ordered by President Obama in 2013.

While injuries and fatalities resulting from those encounters are delineated in the Obama study, peaceful resolutions are not (one wonders why; I am forced to consider political motivations). Depending on who’s digging into the data, DGUs where the weapon is brandished but not fired & no one is hurt occur anywhere from 200k - 1 million times every year. Whatever the actual tally, it's not insignificant.

When I was an infant we took a day trip to the mountains and stopped at one of my parents’ favorite spots. During our stay a couple bikers rolled in. Dad could tell they were trouble and loaded wife & kid into the car.

During the load up one of the bikers shouted at dad to “hand over summa that slant eyed pu$$y!” Loudmouth wheeled his bike about 4 feet off the back bumper and dismounted. He made a beeline for driver’s side window, and leaned in to find himself looking down the barrel of a .357. He and his compadre saddled up and rode off.

25 years later I owned a 1965 Plymouth Barracuda. One day I towed it to a building where I was going to work on it. As I pulled onto the property there were a couple guys about my age sharing a crack pipe. I rolled down the window and said “Hate to tell you guys, but this is private property and you’ll need to clear off.” They snarled and cursed. One of them picked up a piece of rebar and both advanced. I let them see my pistol and told them to simmer down. Both men split.

If you choose to be unarmed, more power to you. I've chosen otherwise, and couldn't be less concerned about those who object.