That's good news FQ! Of course...going out at midnight on the street isn't what I'd call Hi IQ activity, but hey- you gotta do what you gotta do. I love this story because it sounds like you were as prepared as you could be.
One night I was (unarmed of course) out in SF with wife, daughter and son-in-law and got boxed in by 4 "Al Anon" fellers. I pushed the girls against a restaurant window and squared off with the snatch man, very happily noting that my son-in-law was square-up with the other three. We had coats on and I guess they figured we were armed with something more than just our dicks, 'cause they took off. Luck, that time. I hate places that prevent you from protecting yourself and your loved ones.
That is the sad and very irritating part about this. It was a dark side street and they could run away, I couldn't. They were late teens/early twenties and both looked stronger, heavier and fitter than me. If I had run, I wouldn't have gotten ten feet before I was tackled. If I tried to fight, two on one with guys bigger than me, I would lose. If I got my wallet out, to give corn row his twenty thinking that would solve the problem and was looking at it with both hands busy, I would have, at minimum, gotten it taken. Standing my ground with my back to the wall and my hands crossed in front of me, right on the gun, left on my shirt to pull it up was my only option. No retreat, no Jet Li BS, just doing the only thing I could. I would love to put an anti in that position and ask them what their plan was. Reason with two guys who were obviously amped up and looking for a victim leaving a bar late? Those guys knew what they were doing and weren't playing games. Why should I? I learned three things. First, if you are going to get inebrieated do it in your own home. Just have two or three if you're out. Second, not wearing a gun is like not wearing pants, a bad idea outside of your own home. Three, ten feet is very, very close. There is zero time for a warning, you better be ready to start shooting once you clear the holster. That, more than anything scared the crap out of me.
FQ13