Last weekend I drove out to my favorite lake for a spot of fishing. The serene sounds of the forest and the water lapping against the shore lulled me into a sense of peace and serenity. The fish weren’t biting that day but that didn’t matter to me any too much. As the sun went beyond the trees, the dusk settled and the bullfrogs began to croak the fish really started biting.
I snapped out of my tranquil state and into fight mode. One after the after I reeled them to my absolute joy. After my cold box was full and night had set in I decided to call it a day and do the 1-mile trek back to my truck. When I got closer to the truck, I felt something wasn’t right. On closer inspection, my windows have been smashed. I looked inside and couldn’t find my laptop. It was gone. My glove box where I usually keep my handgun was open.
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My handgun and bullets were gone too. That pistol had been in my family for three generations and was passed down to me before my dad died. My heart sank into my mouth and I started beating the dashboard in frustration. The drive home was one of the longest in my life. How could I have been so stupid? Or unlucky, l locked my truck but I guess that wasn’t enough.
I told my buddies about and they had no sympathy. They asked, “Why don’t you keep a safe in-vehicle”? A safe in my vehicle I thought. Previously I would have thought that wasn’t necessary. My buddies all recommended the Stack-On GCB-900 Steel Pistol/Ammo Cabinet. They said it was ideal for handguns and could even fit a laptop in.
So, the next day I ordered me one off amazon. l was surprised how reasonable the price was compared all the other safes on there. I thought well this is going to be a cheap piece of crap and forgot about it. Two days later, it arrived in the mail. The deliveryman passed me the parcel. It was fucking heavy. Surprised me a lot. Here I thought it was going to be a cheap piece of crap. I unwrapped it and was impressed by the build of this damn thing.
The welded steel construction was masterfully done and rock solid. My thought on the Stack-On GCB-900 Steel Pistol/Ammo Cabinet was starting to turn. After I unboxed it, I decided to temporarily mount it in my bedroom to keep my COLT 45 and Beretta safe. I was still a little edgy and paranoid from what happened at the lake. So, I got me out the mounting hardware and my trusty old cable lock and attached to my bedpost right next to where I sleep. I wasn’t taking any precautions this time. Stack-On GCB-900 Steel Pistol/Ammo Cabinet has an electronic lock and two spare keys.
So, I put the keys in my sock drawer and set the electronic code on the lock. Grab my COLT, Beretta, and ammo from my hiding spot and loaded it in. The soft padding on the bottom was excellent and not a scratch on my guns. There was plenty more so I put my wife’s jewelry and my son’s laptop in and there was still room. As I shut Stack-On GCB-900 Steel Pistol/Ammo Cabinet, I noticed the two live action steel locking bolts and concealed hinges. I thought to myself. A German tank couldn’t get into this little black box. That night I went to sleep with the loss of my daddy’s gun on my mind. I slept none too much that night. Tossing and turning, barely catching a wink.
My eyes flicked open and I immediately reached down for the safe. My hand hit that solid box and my heart immediately. It was a beautiful Sunday. The sun was up the birds were chirping. Nothing else to except get back on the horse and go on down the lake in my trusty truck to go fishing. Took all the stuff out the safe bar my guns and ammo.
Unhooked from my bedpost and put in the truck fastening it to the seat mount. Loaded up my fishing gear and away I went. Back down the lake for a spot of fishing. The day went quite similar to the last. Everything was peaceful. The water lapping on the shore, the buzz of insects and the sun shining down. No fish were biting. Yet I couldn’t relax. Yesterday’s episode had put me on edge and I could not get into my tranquil zone. I knew that little fucker was out there still.
I stuck out till dusk. The sun went down below the trees and again the fish started biting. l reeled a few in then cut it short. I could shake that feeling that something was wrong. I hooked up with a big one but my mind wasn’t in it. I lost construction and the fucker snagged me under a log. I cursed and decided to call it day. I walked on back to the truck. That little fucker had been back. My windows busted again. My ashtray full of change was gone.
But my Stack-On GCB-900 Steel Pistol/Ammo Cabinet was still there. The little fucker had a damn good go at getting the look. There were crowbars marks all around the door frame. But this little safe held up no problems. Didn’t even look like he got damn near close to penetrating the solid welded door. That night, I smiled as I drove over to my buddy’s house knowing that no matter how hard those fuckers try from now on they will never take my guns. I told my buddies about what happened and they simply said. “I told all. The Stack-On GCB-900 Steel Pistol/Ammo Cabinet is the toughest safe in the game. The next day I went out bought three more Stack-On GCB-900 Steel Pistol/Ammo Cabinet. One for the truck. One for the house and one for my shed.