A truck gun is just that — a gun that stays in the truck. It’s always there, in case you need it, just like the stove, food, water, microfilter, fire making tools, extra layers, extra socks, extra diesel, extra mags for the carry pistol, etc. in my vehicles, the rifle is locked in a steel Tuffy box. The only way a thief is getting it is if they take the truck, in which case the gun is the least of my troubles and replacing a 70K truck with whatever pittance the insurance company throws me is my worry.
I feel no more responsible for a criminal using a gun they stole from me than I would if they drove my Sierra through a farmer’s market, my chainsaw in the bed to cut up the neighbor, or my can of diesel to drown a kitten. The kind of thinking some of you are advocating is cancerous.
Perhaps you never venture far from home, are never far from help or just can’t conceive of freak inclement weather, precedented celestial events, or the civil unrest that seems increasingly likely rendering your vehicle disabled or useless and you on foot. But ridiculing people who prefer the piece of mind of being prepared because you’re such a secret squirrel badass that knows better is equally as childish as you believe their “fantasies” to be.
That said, I do hope I someday have the opportunity to dildo fight a commie on the side of an interstate. He’ll initially have the upper hand.
Me: You’re better than me.
Commie: Then why are you smiling?
Me: Because I know something you don’t know.
Commie: What’s that?
Me: That I am not left handed!
Need to add a dildo to my truck kit. Don’t worry I’ll lock it up so I’m not responsible for a rapist’s crimes.