This time of year, I should be writing something about how important it is to get out and vote on Tuesday…but you know that already, and I won’t insult your intelligence by reminding you.  I can tell you, though, it was a topic of discussion among eight of us this weekend, who rented a comfortable 14-passenger van for an eight hour round trip to the Georgia State Championships of IDPA shooting, splendidly run by Capel English at the Greater Atlanta Defensive Pistol Association.

One of our number, Outdoor Life writer Chris Christian, had yelled “Road Trip!” when the idea originally came up, and that became kinda the theme for the whole thing. The big white Ford F-350 van instantly became known as “the short bus,” and if you’d heard the jokes and laughter on the long ride, you’d understand.

The match itself included 17 pneumatic targets and numerous other challenging “marksmanship problems” for the shooter to solve while the electronic timers silently clicked the seconds away. A bad guy target that dives to one side, then literally slithers behind steel cover isn’t something you can easily set up in your back yard for practice. A good, and instructive, time was had by all.

En route home, we came upon an eighteen-wheeler that had just ended up on its side, blocking every lane on that side of the Interstate. Stopped cars were stacking up, all but one containing people who simply sat in safety and drummed their fingers impatiently on their steering wheels. Only a single good Samaritan had gone to assist: helpless to do more by himself, he was talking encouragingly to the driver, who was trapped in his cab.

Jon Strayer swung “the short bus” across the grass at roadside and in behind the lee of the wreck, and in a moment the lone Samaritan had eight shooter-folk assisting. Bud Deese, one of the more athletic among us, climbed atop the overturned truck and attempted to open the driver’s door, but it was locked from the inside. At ground level, petite Terri Strayer worked her slender, bare fingers between the edge of the safety glass and the twisted steel bodywork, and a group effort completed the removal of the already shattered windshield. We were able to safely extricate the driver through the opening where it had been, before the first emergency siren became audible in the distance. He was shaken but uninjured.

We drove on, happy to have been of assistance. The match had been fun, but the companionship had been the high point.  I was happy to have been one of the eight “gun people” who stopped to help, and not among the many more fellow citizens who had been content to turn up their car stereos and ignore a trapped driver who might have desperately needed some assistance.

People like this make me proud to count myself a member of the “Gun Culture.”

The occupants of “the short bus.” From left, front row: Gail Pepin, Mas Ayoob, Terri Strayer; back row, Chris Christian, David Blazek, Norm Ambrozy, Bud Deese, and Jon Strayer.

Bud Deese, shown here “advancing on a threat” with his Springfield XD 9mm, found himself hours later atop an overturned semi tractor-trailer working to extricate driver trapped after an accident on the Interstate.


  1. Good for you Mas. I can’t imagine how people can just sit still and NOT offer to help those in need. I’ve been the first person on scene at several accidents (thankfully, none with more than minor scratches). Quite honestly, I’ve never even stopped to think about whether I should get out and help. Before I know what hit me I’m out of my car and running to render aid almost before the wrecked vehicles have stopped moving. Just put yourself or your wife/husband/child in that wreck and then think to yourself if you’d want someone to just sit like a moron and do nothing.

  2. A big “WELL DONE” to all you guys Mas. Good to know there are still folks like you and the gang to step up and help. I’d say a well deserved Rolling Rock would have been the order of the day upon your return home. Best to You and the Strayers.

  3. I second the rolling rock!
    Would like to forward this article to some of the anti-gun corporate safety people I’ve met in the trucking industry
    am not at all surprised that the 4-wheelers stayed in their cars and did nothing,if it had been one of them, I know a lot of rig drivers that would have stopped and helped.

    Good Job, People!

  4. Excellent work on being Samaritans!

    Perhaps the difference between you and the rest of the “short bus” occupants is the difference between those of us who understand we need to protect ourselves and many of the other BH readers.

    We don’t depend on “Them”. We don’t assume that “They” will come to help us, we assume that we will have to be the first responders in any emergency.

    Good work!

  5. Not too long ago I came upon a wreck that had just happened and did not have any first aid equipment with me. I know, stupid. Fortunately others were better prepared. Anyway, the next day I ordered blood clot and a large compression bandage, to go along with the first aid kit I purchased. Hopefully I’ll never need any of that, but…………. (Also put a fire extinguisher in my truck.)

  6. I thought the general recommendation was to not remove people from an accident unless fire was an immediate problem? I guess it depends on what kind of injuries they have.

  7. Also, don’t mean to imply you shouldn’t have stopped and helped! I am amazed at how many people will sit and do nothing. If you’re one of the first cars on the scene of an accident, it’s your responsibility.

  8. Hey Mas,

    Again and again, I find instances where the truly ethical, the truly responsible, the truly helpful, i.e. the truly caring members of our society are those of us who take on the responsibility of arming themselves to protect not only themselves, but ultimately, those around them.

    The liberals will never “get it”, but it’s the same side of our personalities and creeds that cause us to slip our guns into our holsters that also causes us to crawl into the twisted wreck of a truck cab and rescue a victim. My compliments to the eight of you!

    John in Chicago