Have you ever had an experience that changed the way you feel about something? Like gun ownership? I worked with a colleague who had always been an anti-gun advocate. He told me a story a few years ago about a vacation he and his family had taken in Canada. I can't recall the exact location, but I believe it was in British Columbia, somewhere north of Vancouver. As the story went, he and his family had pulled their mid-sized tent trailer for some "outback-style" camping, hiking and sight-seeing. One night, while lying in bed and just about asleep, my friend smelled the distinct odor of cigarette smoke. Being that he and his wife had never smoked cigarettes, their noses were quite sensitive to the odor. Realizing they were in the deep wilderness of BC, and miles from nowhere, fear came over them both. My friend whispered to his wife... "do you smell that?" Her reply was a hushed ... "Yes, a cigarette." Well, my friend's first reaction was fear, knowing that an unknown someone was out there in the darkened wilderness with them. Close, real close. Since they had not seen any other campers or humans for the past two days, this event was really beginning to creep them out. Who could it be? And what were they doing out there in the late night dark of the wilderness, and what were their intentions? My buddy began to fear the worse and thought about how nice it would be to have a gun. Reality sat in and he wondered what would happen if their unknown guest had a gun? What would he do to protect his family? He fumbled around in the darkness and retrieved a steak knife from a drawer in their camper. He thought to himself... "great, I hope I'm not bringing a knife to a gun fight." Other than tossing and turning, nothing happened that night and the cigarette smoke eventually went away. My friend knew that whoever was out there had left. The next morning, my friend walked around the immediate area of their camp and he found some shoe prints that did not belong to any of his family. He also found two cigarette butts. When he and his family got back home from vacation, he replayed the story to me and asked me for suggestions on a good personal protection handgun. I gave him a few suggestions and the rest of the story I lost track of, but only because I moved to another city shortly afterward. I never heard of the outcome of my friend buying a gun, but I truly suspect that he never did get one. I guess I can understand folks not wanting guns, especially with small kids. But what I can't understand is finding yourself in a situation where you wished you had one and didn't. People who are anti-gun just don't think about the "what if" or the possibility of loss of life to a crime-committed perpetrator. I can sleep good at night knowing I am able to protect myself and the lives of my family. Because I own guns, I know how to use them, and I will protect myself and others from corrupt intrusion. Anyone else have a similar story?