Went to Wally World with DW to pick milk and bananas for the week and noticed an IWAG in the parking lot. Not sure if you would call it true open carry of a concealment failure.
The guy was maybe mid 40s early 50s wearing black jeans and a red polo with longish gray hair. he was carrying Mexican in the front of his pants all I could see was half of the handgrip of the gun but the way it was angled the gun had to have been pointing right at his junk.
The guy exuded attitude not so much that he want everyone to know he was carrying but he was belligerent as hell.
I pointed him out to my wife , laughed and went into the store.
While we were there I found Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee in the five dollar movie bin
The guy was maybe mid 40s early 50s wearing black jeans and a red polo with longish gray hair. he was carrying Mexican in the front of his pants all I could see was half of the handgrip of the gun but the way it was angled the gun had to have been pointing right at his junk.
The guy exuded attitude not so much that he want everyone to know he was carrying but he was belligerent as hell.
I pointed him out to my wife , laughed and went into the store.
While we were there I found Bury My Heart At Wounded Knee in the five dollar movie bin