I don’t have a preference other than heavy, as possible.
I have shorter and lighter saps that fit better in a suit or dress pants, then I have a 14oz beast for jeans of military style pants.
Mission dictates everything. I have my favorite cosmic blaster, but if it ruins the lines of my suit and everyone knows I am carrying it, then that isn’t the right pistol to carry. Where in my nice suits a HK P7 might be a better choice. I think the same thing holds with saps and blackjacks.
I don’t buy any of the nice ones, since they might get thrown in a ditch somewhere and a $30 14 oz sap hits just as hard as a 14oz $100 custom made beauty.
Some times you want the beauty queen besides you, other times the biker bitch is who you need besides you. Had different Speznats guys tell me that more than once.
Africa and other places I tend to not carry high end equipment, I carry good stuff just not big money. My $4000 Hi Power stays at home and I take a CZ or Glock.
Regarding the knife at the throat of the mob hitter, he was dating the sister of my manager for my farm in the DR and was working for me as the foreman. On a trip out of the DR the day I left he stole about $75 bucks from me. My phone went off like the NoKo’s had an incoming nuke to the USA. I told the manager to fire him. Which they did, the killer started calling me like crazy. I never answered him.
I told everyone in the family, that I had not made up my mind on if I was going to pay the Colonel in the district police, so I could kill him or not.
My phone blew up even more from him, never answered.
A month later I was back in the DR, never sought him out. One day while he was away from his house out in the country I rode my dirt bike out to his house. About 1.5 miles from his house in the hills, I pulled my bike way off the road and laid it over. I put on a half assed ghillie suit I had made down there, because even though I didn’t have a rifle I was still a sniper in my soul. So I ingresses to his little home right up to the front door and stick a crossbow bolt in his front door. Egress my ass out, and go home.
I knew this would eat at him and he would seek me out, on my terms in the town.
Two days later when I come out of the gym he is waiting for me. I approach him with a big smile on my face. Mi Hermano, I thought about killing you, as my knife came out and up to his throat the point inside skin and blood flowing. I then continued,I stopped thinking with my heart and let my brain and soul take over. I am not going to kill you, I am going to hire a new foreman. In a year he will be driving a new Toyota HiLux, living in the free house on my farm that you used to live in. I want you to curse the fact that you are struggling every day, I want you to curse your parents for having made such a stupid little boy. You see mi hermano, I am Yehudio diablo, you think your tough because you have murdered 39 people by popular count. If I ever see you again, I will kill you on the spot. Have a good rest of the day and a life in your self made hell.
I then pulled the knife from his throat, and watched him ride away on his motorcycle.
He was arrested for murder about 6 months after that and will sit decades in prison.