December 6, 2012, I left the Pfister Hotel in Milwaukee, Wisconsin after a productive meeting with clients. The hour was late—about 11:30 p.m. Walking to my Jeep Patriot, I noticed an odd sound as I walked to the driver-side door. My feet were crunching on the pavement, yet there was no snow or ice to be found. It looked like there was a great deal of glass on the ground, and there was—from my front windows!
I am immediately called the police and, while speaking to them over my Bluetooth earpiece, noticed a man standing approximately 100 feet away holding my laptop bag with my auto GPS unit hanging out of one of his pockets. I quickly (without thinking) walked over and demanded he return my goods.
A heated verbal discussion ensued. I informed him that I had the police dispatcher phone, they were on their way, and he needed to drop my things and leave. He did. I bent over and picked up my bag with my laptop (containing dozens of articles, client’s proprietary information, and thousands of personal photos and videos) assuming, incorrectly, that we were done.
As I straightened, I noticed something he was holding his hand at his side and something was in it. It was a gun. He did not point it at me, but he looked at me, cocked his head a little, and implied a threat with his eyes.
“I don’t want trouble,” I said, while casually reaching up to place my right hand in my mid-jacket pocket. “Let it go and leave.” It was then that a woman, standing about five feet away, realized what was going on and screamed.
With his attention directed elsewhere momentarily, my TCP came to hand and out of the pocket. I now had the drop on him, and commanded him not to move. I advised him to stay calm, but affirmed I would shoot if he raised his weapon. Other people began shouting, and he calmly turned from me and ran. Fortunately, for all involved as well as my wife and children, I did not shoot. And in spite of my obvious tactical errors in this situation, neither did I get shot.
I firmly believe the reason I was in a position to protect myself was due to the ease of carry, comfort, dependability, and confidence I had in the accuracy of my daily carry weapon—my Taurus TCP.
I was first introduced to this gun at the annual SHOT show in Las Vegas, Nevada. Two things that impressed me most about it was it’s compact size and uncanny accuracy for such a compact weapon. From 2 to 10 yards, I can regularly place six shots into the center mass on a body-size target, whether firing slowly or rapidly.
The other was the TCP’s significantly lighter weight than any of my previous carry weapons. While I do my best to dress tactically, I often find myself with khakis, dress pants, or often a suit and tie in my daily role as an executive sales representative. Even in my lightest-weight, best-fitting suit, the TCP goes completely unnoticed in a pocket or ankle holster. It will also ride in the pocket of a lightweight jacket without dragging that side of the jacket down.
I am a firm believer that having the element of surprise in your favor will win most confrontations. The Taurus TCP .380 allows me to carry completely unnoticed. Perhaps the best the best thing I can say about the TCP to people looking for a lightweight, accurate, compact carry weapon is the price.
The TCP has a price point that begins well under $250—even the nicest, stainless steel “dressed up” versions barely breaking that mark. Given the degree of accuracy and dependability found at such a low price point, you may want to do as I did and buy two!
Have you shot the the Taurus 738 TCP? What were some of the tactical mistakes the author made in his admission? Share your responses in the comment section.