Several years ago, when I was off duty @ home, I made a run to the store for milk and left my gun at home. Enroute I encountered two idiots drag racing who ran me off the road. I had the gall to blow the horn and they turned around and blocked me in. Four big dudes got out and were about to whip my butt. I badged them and put my hand inside my shirt, pretending to have a gun. They left and I NEVER left my house unarmed again. A side note; the next morning I found someone (wonder who) let the air out of all my tires.
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This was in the late 90's I used to ride my bicycle to work on Swing and Graveyard. I left for work on a Sunday around 10:30 or so. A car with 4 punks of pulled along side of me and one of them leaned out of the car and smashed a large glass bottle over my head. (I was wearing a bike helmet)
I wound up being confronted by the hoods and fired a shot into the ground. ( my thoughts were that I couldn't get all 4 maybe the sound of a gunshot would discourage them)
They were back in the car and gone at 1000 MPH.
Called the police and the cop gave me a ride home and took a report. I went to the ER to get checked out and wound up losing a Sunday Graveyard day's pay.
The incident ruined the enjoyment of riding my bike to work. Kinda like being in Viet Nam again.
I wound up being confronted by the hoods and fired a shot into the ground. ( my thoughts were that I couldn't get all 4 maybe the sound of a gunshot would discourage them)
They were back in the car and gone at 1000 MPH.
Called the police and the cop gave me a ride home and took a report. I went to the ER to get checked out and wound up losing a Sunday Graveyard day's pay.
The incident ruined the enjoyment of riding my bike to work. Kinda like being in Viet Nam again.
Protected One
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How did they know where you live?
Johnrh
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I almost did once. My wife was taking care of a dog for woman. My wife was confronted on one occasion by the woman's ex husband who entered the house where he was prohibited from being. She was afraid to go over again without me and, being Sat evening when we always went out for dinner, I went with her before dinner. yup, the guy shows up drunk.
He starts yelling at her and I get out of the car and enter the yard where my wife was. He gets on the phone to some other guy and tells him he's going to beat the **** out of this old guy. I put my hand in my pocket where my 380 was and almost pulled it out to defend myself and my wife. He stopped yelling and stormed off.
About 3 days later there is a news clip on TV about a shooting and killing of a guy who had just pistol whipped his wife in the parking lot where she worked and fled. The police took chase and cornered him. The name of the wife was the same person who my wife was taking care of the dog for. Had we called the police the first time maybe none of that would have happened. My mistake.
What somewhat surprise me was that I was totally calm. Completely at peace with myself. I have been involved with fatalities in my job and knew that was the way I reacted to those. It's not easy bring bodies out and then having to tell the families. I'm glad I found out I could still remain calm for this. Of course I would come apart later but at least I know how I'll react in the future, I hope.
He starts yelling at her and I get out of the car and enter the yard where my wife was. He gets on the phone to some other guy and tells him he's going to beat the **** out of this old guy. I put my hand in my pocket where my 380 was and almost pulled it out to defend myself and my wife. He stopped yelling and stormed off.
About 3 days later there is a news clip on TV about a shooting and killing of a guy who had just pistol whipped his wife in the parking lot where she worked and fled. The police took chase and cornered him. The name of the wife was the same person who my wife was taking care of the dog for. Had we called the police the first time maybe none of that would have happened. My mistake.
What somewhat surprise me was that I was totally calm. Completely at peace with myself. I have been involved with fatalities in my job and knew that was the way I reacted to those. It's not easy bring bodies out and then having to tell the families. I'm glad I found out I could still remain calm for this. Of course I would come apart later but at least I know how I'll react in the future, I hope.
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It's a curse or a blessing. I haven't figured out which yet.
XD40inTX
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Before I retired, I had enough status in my company to have a reserved parking space on the ground floor of our parking garage. But I didn't have enough status to have a space near the door. My slot was against the back wall, probably 40 yards from the door, and the maintenance people weren't too diligent about keeping all the lights working.
One morning I came in about 6:00, as was my habit. Since the garage was poorly lit, I was in Condition Yellow, and saw the guy come out of the stairwell after I had passed it. He was dirty and ragged, and had a vacant look in his eyes, like he was high on something. He was about 20 feet behind me.
I turned and faced him, held my hand up, and said "Stop." He just grinned, a look that plainly said, "You mine, sucka!" That was when I pulled my coat back and put my hand on the butt of my gun. He stopped, looked confused, then walked back into the stairwell.
I continued into the building and reported the incident to the security guard.
An amusing aftermath--later in the morning, our chief of security came to my office. He said they had caught the guy, and the guy said I had a gun. The security guy smiled and said, "You are aware that you're not allowed to carry a gun in the office, aren't you?"
I said, "Of course."
He said, "Okay, I just had to ask."
One morning I came in about 6:00, as was my habit. Since the garage was poorly lit, I was in Condition Yellow, and saw the guy come out of the stairwell after I had passed it. He was dirty and ragged, and had a vacant look in his eyes, like he was high on something. He was about 20 feet behind me.
I turned and faced him, held my hand up, and said "Stop." He just grinned, a look that plainly said, "You mine, sucka!" That was when I pulled my coat back and put my hand on the butt of my gun. He stopped, looked confused, then walked back into the stairwell.
I continued into the building and reported the incident to the security guard.
An amusing aftermath--later in the morning, our chief of security came to my office. He said they had caught the guy, and the guy said I had a gun. The security guy smiled and said, "You are aware that you're not allowed to carry a gun in the office, aren't you?"
I said, "Of course."
He said, "Okay, I just had to ask."
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I had to draw on a rabid cat once, in my yard. That's about the closest I've ever come to touching it or even thinking about having to use it, other than just being in a shady area and feeling glad I had it.
Not the action story you guys were hoping for, but honestly, I hope it stays that way!
Not the action story you guys were hoping for, but honestly, I hope it stays that way!
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Some years ago I lived in the Stadium District in downtown Tacoma, and on weekends I would ride my bike down to the Ruston Way waterfront area. I could shortcut through Garfield Park, a little postage-stamp sized park. One day a collie dog that was (illegally) off leash saw me and leaped up, running at me full tilt, growling and barking the whole way. It came up on my right side so I jinked left and it ran around behind the bike and attacked from the left side, biting my leg at the knee.
I locked up the brakes, kicked out of the pedals, and planted my feet on each side of the bike, drawing my little Sig P239. The dog's momentum carried it in front of me and I was just starting the trigger pull (first shot would be DA) when the dog calmly trotted off. I re-holstered and checked the damage; I had a trickle of blood running down my leg from a wound alongside my left knee. I rode home (5 mins) to clean it. While I was there I heard a 'man with a gun' call on the scanner so I bandaged up and rode back to the park to wait for the cops.
The dog's owner spotted me and immediately began her ***-story about how she was on public assistance and had no money, and thus I couldn't sue her. I told her the cops were on the way and she was in a flat panic, because she knew what would happen to her dog was going to be at least expensive, if not permanent. She went on and on about how the dog had never bitten anyone (third time in my life I'd been bit by a dog that never bit anyone). I was somewhat surprised she didn't say anything about me almost shooting her dog, so I mentioned how close it had come to getting shot. She hadn't seen me draw or point the gun at her dog, and even at that moment hadn't noticed the P239 carried openly in a holster on my belt.
The cops never came and I wasn't interested in making her life any more difficult so I finished my ride (in hindsight I really should have had the wound checked out). The next day I took the same route and while on Ruston I spotted an animal control officer on patrol for off-leash dogs and poop abandoners. I rode up (same OC) and told her the whole story. She listened and without hesitation said, "It would have been a good shoot". She said if I had called them they would have taken the dog, and that I should have had the wound checked out for rabies etc.
Looking back after the adrenaline with a more critical eye on what had happened; it occurred to me that the dog, a herding breed, had acted on impulse, doing what its instinct told it to do when it saw legs moving rapidly up & down; herd me. Once I had stopped and was about to dispense a helping of 147gr HSTs, its instinct was satisfied and it walked away. This is what dog owners need to understand; their loving pet still has instincts even it doesn't understand, and it will act on them immediately if the right trigger comes along.
I am glad I didn't have to shoot it; it was a city park with kids on the playground behind me. All they would have known is that some mean man shot a beautiful collie dog for no reason. After that I found and ordered a special pepper-spray holder for the handlebars; to give me a non-lethal option. If the attack had continued, open carry was the only way I would have gotten the gun out before any real damage had been done. Zippers or flaps in the way would have been too slow. I was surprised at myself somewhat for the speed and smoothness of the stop, kicking out of the egg-beater pedals, thumb-break, draw, and trigger pull; I had never practiced all that.
I locked up the brakes, kicked out of the pedals, and planted my feet on each side of the bike, drawing my little Sig P239. The dog's momentum carried it in front of me and I was just starting the trigger pull (first shot would be DA) when the dog calmly trotted off. I re-holstered and checked the damage; I had a trickle of blood running down my leg from a wound alongside my left knee. I rode home (5 mins) to clean it. While I was there I heard a 'man with a gun' call on the scanner so I bandaged up and rode back to the park to wait for the cops.
The dog's owner spotted me and immediately began her ***-story about how she was on public assistance and had no money, and thus I couldn't sue her. I told her the cops were on the way and she was in a flat panic, because she knew what would happen to her dog was going to be at least expensive, if not permanent. She went on and on about how the dog had never bitten anyone (third time in my life I'd been bit by a dog that never bit anyone). I was somewhat surprised she didn't say anything about me almost shooting her dog, so I mentioned how close it had come to getting shot. She hadn't seen me draw or point the gun at her dog, and even at that moment hadn't noticed the P239 carried openly in a holster on my belt.
The cops never came and I wasn't interested in making her life any more difficult so I finished my ride (in hindsight I really should have had the wound checked out). The next day I took the same route and while on Ruston I spotted an animal control officer on patrol for off-leash dogs and poop abandoners. I rode up (same OC) and told her the whole story. She listened and without hesitation said, "It would have been a good shoot". She said if I had called them they would have taken the dog, and that I should have had the wound checked out for rabies etc.
Looking back after the adrenaline with a more critical eye on what had happened; it occurred to me that the dog, a herding breed, had acted on impulse, doing what its instinct told it to do when it saw legs moving rapidly up & down; herd me. Once I had stopped and was about to dispense a helping of 147gr HSTs, its instinct was satisfied and it walked away. This is what dog owners need to understand; their loving pet still has instincts even it doesn't understand, and it will act on them immediately if the right trigger comes along.
I am glad I didn't have to shoot it; it was a city park with kids on the playground behind me. All they would have known is that some mean man shot a beautiful collie dog for no reason. After that I found and ordered a special pepper-spray holder for the handlebars; to give me a non-lethal option. If the attack had continued, open carry was the only way I would have gotten the gun out before any real damage had been done. Zippers or flaps in the way would have been too slow. I was surprised at myself somewhat for the speed and smoothness of the stop, kicking out of the egg-beater pedals, thumb-break, draw, and trigger pull; I had never practiced all that.
I was a senior in college in 1960. I had just purchased a new Ruger standard model .22 pistol, and enjoyed learning to shoot it properly. As a precaution, I often kept it in the glove compartment of my car, full magazine, no round in the chamber.
My girlfriend and I decided to drive out to the desert not far from campus to pitch a little woo. We were both sitting in the front seat when a truck with 3 or four yahoos in it roared up on my side, with the headlights lighting us up. Two of them spilled out of the truck and began walking to my car. I reached into the glove compartment, displayed the Ruger, and conspicuously jacked a round into the chamber.
"He's got a gun!" one of them yelled. They both ran back to the truck, and it backed up, then roared out in a cloud of dust.
I often think about what might have happened had I not been armed that night, and it taught me a lesson about being prepared for aggression.
John
My girlfriend and I decided to drive out to the desert not far from campus to pitch a little woo. We were both sitting in the front seat when a truck with 3 or four yahoos in it roared up on my side, with the headlights lighting us up. Two of them spilled out of the truck and began walking to my car. I reached into the glove compartment, displayed the Ruger, and conspicuously jacked a round into the chamber.
"He's got a gun!" one of them yelled. They both ran back to the truck, and it backed up, then roared out in a cloud of dust.
I often think about what might have happened had I not been armed that night, and it taught me a lesson about being prepared for aggression.
John
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