If you recall, Mrs ExKev and I spent a couple of days in Las Vegas by ourselves, away from the kids, and I learned a few things about my self-defense regimen.
Lesson Number One: Crowds suck, because it’s pretty much impossible to control them.
On our first night there, we were using the up escalator near Caesars to cross over Flamingo Road, and the escalator deposited us at the top…
… right as a HUGE gaggle of German tourists were trying to get on the DOWN escalator. There was literally nowhere for us to go, and the escalator we’d just left behind kept feeding more and more people into the small space at the top of the crosswalk.
Not fun. We were packed in like sardines, and more people were coming whether we liked it or not. Fortunately, I found an empty hole in the crowd and däs Kraüten shuffled out of the way, but it could have just as easily turned into a panic situation and a possible stampede.
Lesson learned: Always have an alternative exit planned, even on a sidewalk.
Lesson Number Two: You don’t ALWAYS need to carry your gun.
Last year, Arizona changed the CCW requirements to where any training (even online training) is good enough for a permit. Nevada didn’t like that, and yanked reciprocity with Arizona.
So no gun once I crossed over the Tillman/O’Callaghan bridge.
And it wasn’t that bad. Of course I’d prefer to have been armed because being armed gives me MUCH more options if faced with lethal force than not being armed, but I didn’t feel unprotected. Of course, carrying a good flashlight, knife and OC helped a lot with that feeling…
Lesson Learned: Be prepared to use what you have, not what you WANT to have.
Lesson Number Three: Trust your Gut.
We were waiting to cross Las Vegas Boulevard on our last day, headed over to the M+M’s store so Mrs. ExKev could buy something for our kids, when my shields went up. SOMETHING wasn’t right. I immediately stepped slightly behind Mrs. ExKev and glanced at our fellow pedestrians, and at that moment, the gentlemen on my right began a loud, angry call on his cellphone with a young lady who I gather was in his employ in one form or another, and he was NOT happy with her production the previous evening. He carried on his conversation with his, ahhhh, employee as he started to walk across Las Vegas Boulevard, I told Mrs. ExKev to wait: We’ll get the next one, I said, and I explained to her what had happened (situational awareness isn’t her strong suit). Were we in danger because I was standing next to this upset young entrepeneur? Probably not. Were we safer with him on the other side of the street than us? Definitely.
Lesson Learned: You have an early-warning system. Use it.