Rett Skutt
Member
Thought I'd just share a little story from last night and perhaps be a warning for those who live in "Rural" areas.
Background:
Daughter and Future Son-in-law live out in the country on a dirt road and 80 acres. Was an old dairy farm with corrals, 1900’s Red barn and some out buildings back in the day. Their 3 bedroom house sits back about 30 to 40 yards from the dirt road. On the other side of the road (facing west) is a 120 acre farm and open fields. Facing east, south and north is their farm that backs up to a National Forrest. They are about 15 to 20 minutes from any town, and only 4 homes are located on their little 2.5 mile dirt road. No street lights or outdoor lights of any kind.
Story Line:
So the daughter and I were just sitting around and talking about 10pm last night. I had gone out earlier in the day to shoot some twilight target practice with my M&P Pro 5 inch, with Crimson Trace Green Laser (fun shooting this gun BTW). We were waiting for the Fiancé to come home about Midnight. No T.V. or radio going.
When the front door suddenly jarred opened. Because the front porch area was littered with construction material and De-construction material, the door could not be opened very far. Maybe 2 inches? Daughter went to investigate, and thought maybe it was the wind? Just as I looked out the window and saw a shadow going to the back door. I pulled my gun out and waited in the kitchen about 12 feet away from the rear entrance. The back door opens into a little mud room area. Sure enough a perp came in.
Daughter shouted get out, her Chocolate Lab barked, and I pointed my 9mm and green laser on his head. The perp threw his hands up, shouted oh **** as he bolted for the rear door. I watched him through the kitchen window head out to the red barn. I grabbed my daughter’s Tac Light (you know the one advertised on T.V. and I bought for her at Christmas). I put the light on him and watched him from the back door (here’s the funny part). He hit the electrified fence around the horse corral. That fence knocked him on his arse. He got up, and ran to the corral’s gate jumped over it, and kept on running. At that point I told my daughter to release the hound as I stepped outside. The dog took off like a bolt of lightning. When he got to the electrified fence he stopped, and just kept barking. I holstered my gun, and kept the light on him until he reached the tree line about ¼ of a mile away. Funny what goes through a person’s head when things like this are happening. As I watched him running away, the Johnny Horton song – Battle of New Orleans pop into my head.
“We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't nigh many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Yeah they ran through the briers and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico”
I figured if he ran to the Gulf of Mexico that would be okay with me. I then proceeded to check out all of the out buildings and barn with the dog (Singing that stupid little jingle). No sign of anyone else, and nothing broken into. Went back inside and started to calm down from all of the excitement. Daughter told me she had called 9-1-1. So we waited some 25 minutes or better until the Sheriff showed up. The Sheriff took a report, looked things over and was leaving just as my future son-in-law came home. I was relieved to see him.
So we talked about the incident until I left about 2am and drove home. I kept rolling things over in my head as I drove home. But three things always came back. What if I wasn’t there? What if he had charged me? 20 minutes, 25 minutes, 30 minutes? Seemed liked an awful long time to wait for help or the police. I’ll talk about that later with my daughter. Last but not least, I personally believe in my heart of hearts, if the perp had charged me – I would have opened fire. Scary thought…
So I hope you didn’t mind this little piece of experience I’ve shared, and maybe it will help you think about all things in defense of your home or family. God Bless!
Background:
Daughter and Future Son-in-law live out in the country on a dirt road and 80 acres. Was an old dairy farm with corrals, 1900’s Red barn and some out buildings back in the day. Their 3 bedroom house sits back about 30 to 40 yards from the dirt road. On the other side of the road (facing west) is a 120 acre farm and open fields. Facing east, south and north is their farm that backs up to a National Forrest. They are about 15 to 20 minutes from any town, and only 4 homes are located on their little 2.5 mile dirt road. No street lights or outdoor lights of any kind.
Story Line:
So the daughter and I were just sitting around and talking about 10pm last night. I had gone out earlier in the day to shoot some twilight target practice with my M&P Pro 5 inch, with Crimson Trace Green Laser (fun shooting this gun BTW). We were waiting for the Fiancé to come home about Midnight. No T.V. or radio going.
When the front door suddenly jarred opened. Because the front porch area was littered with construction material and De-construction material, the door could not be opened very far. Maybe 2 inches? Daughter went to investigate, and thought maybe it was the wind? Just as I looked out the window and saw a shadow going to the back door. I pulled my gun out and waited in the kitchen about 12 feet away from the rear entrance. The back door opens into a little mud room area. Sure enough a perp came in.
Daughter shouted get out, her Chocolate Lab barked, and I pointed my 9mm and green laser on his head. The perp threw his hands up, shouted oh **** as he bolted for the rear door. I watched him through the kitchen window head out to the red barn. I grabbed my daughter’s Tac Light (you know the one advertised on T.V. and I bought for her at Christmas). I put the light on him and watched him from the back door (here’s the funny part). He hit the electrified fence around the horse corral. That fence knocked him on his arse. He got up, and ran to the corral’s gate jumped over it, and kept on running. At that point I told my daughter to release the hound as I stepped outside. The dog took off like a bolt of lightning. When he got to the electrified fence he stopped, and just kept barking. I holstered my gun, and kept the light on him until he reached the tree line about ¼ of a mile away. Funny what goes through a person’s head when things like this are happening. As I watched him running away, the Johnny Horton song – Battle of New Orleans pop into my head.
“We fired our guns and the British kept a-comin'
There wasn't nigh many as there was a while ago
We fired once more and they began to runnin'
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico
Yeah they ran through the briers and they ran through the brambles
And they ran through the bushes where a rabbit couldn't go
They ran so fast that the hounds couldn't catch 'em
On down the Mississippi to the Gulf of Mexico”
I figured if he ran to the Gulf of Mexico that would be okay with me. I then proceeded to check out all of the out buildings and barn with the dog (Singing that stupid little jingle). No sign of anyone else, and nothing broken into. Went back inside and started to calm down from all of the excitement. Daughter told me she had called 9-1-1. So we waited some 25 minutes or better until the Sheriff showed up. The Sheriff took a report, looked things over and was leaving just as my future son-in-law came home. I was relieved to see him.
So we talked about the incident until I left about 2am and drove home. I kept rolling things over in my head as I drove home. But three things always came back. What if I wasn’t there? What if he had charged me? 20 minutes, 25 minutes, 30 minutes? Seemed liked an awful long time to wait for help or the police. I’ll talk about that later with my daughter. Last but not least, I personally believe in my heart of hearts, if the perp had charged me – I would have opened fire. Scary thought…
So I hope you didn’t mind this little piece of experience I’ve shared, and maybe it will help you think about all things in defense of your home or family. God Bless!
Last edited:
I couldn't believe that it came into my head that way.
