I open carried at my daughter’s archery class. To tell the truth, I don’t remember doing it. That’s the thing: if you’re not open carrying to ruffle gun muggles’ feathers, you tend to forget you’re doing it. Unless, of course, someone shady’s sidling up to you. Then you remember. It’s only happened a couple of times, but the adrenaline rush was quite a ride. Anyway, I only knew I’d open carried at the archery range after the fact, when the instructor eyed me from across her desk and told me . . .
she was putting-up a 30.07 sign prohibiting open carry. I was momentarily flummoxed. Wait, I thought, scrambling to gain purchase on the situation. When did I open carry here? Last week? Guess so. Apparently, “some of the mothers were worried about it.” Uh, OK.
It wasn’t the best defense of open carry I’ve ever made. I was focused on a worse prospect: that she’d put up a 30.06 sign prohibiting concealed carry as well. And then I’d have to decide between stashing my gat in the Merc or taking my daughter to another indoor archery range where I could exercise my gun rights. If one exists.
Source:: Truth About Guns