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What is the most interesting situation where you have pulled (not necessarily used) your gun?


For me:
Its was 12A.M. on a Saturday night. I was watching TV and my .357 was in the end table drawer. There was a knock at the door. It was late and I wasn't expecting anyone. I grabed the gun used the first speed loader to load, and went to answer the door. I opened the door and swung the gun up to level. There on my front porch were three LEO's. They were looking for a robbery suspect who had fled his vehicle in the area. The were quite understanding about the gun. They all agreed that the suspect was probably not in my house. As they would have heard shots or gotten a radio call that I was holding them.


OK now it's your turn.
 
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Best to ask who is there before opening the door. Pointing a gun at an LEO is never a good move.
 
Apparently there was a raid in my neighborhood many years ago. I heard gunshots but before I could even dial 911 a helicopter and half dozen cruisers swooped in. A perp must've gotten away because the heli kept searching with it's light. I happened to pass by my bathroom as a car was leaving the neighborhood and their lights flashed in front of my window. I saw the shape of a man outside the window. Called 911 and told them what I saw and that I was armed if he entered my home. The heli came back QUICK!
 
No kidding. It was late and I was not exactly awake. Hard to think straight then. No excuse just the reason I did what I did.
 
My bride woke me around 3 AM. I sleep with the hearing aids out and hear nothing. She shook me awake and mouthed "get your gun" while making a gun with her thumb and index finger. (Due to my hearing loss we came up with this bit of sign language some time ago). Adrenaline pumping, full bore, the dog growling big time, I grabbed the 639, chambered a round, dropped the safety and put in my hearing aids. She said the police helicopter was lighting up our back yard. We lived at the top of a canyon and the drainage ditch along the rim provides freeway like access for any felon on foot.

I called the police (didn't use 911), and explained our situation. I was told they were pursuing a suspect. That much I had figured out and told them so. "Is the suspect a purse snatcher or an armed robber/murderer etc.", I asked? We can't give you that information they responded. "Well just what can you tell me?" I insisted. Their response: Don't let anyone into your home that you don't know." Boy did I fell better. I cleared the house and garage room by room and found everything locked up tight and no one lurking in the shadows. By then the helicopter had moved on. Got back to sleep after another hour or so knowing the pooch or wife would let me know if there was any further trouble.
 
What is the most interesting situation where you have pulled (not necessarily used) your gun?
For me:
Its was 12A.M. on a Saturday night. I was watching TV and my .357 was in the end table drawer. There was a knock at the door. It was late and I wasn't expecting anyone. I grabed the gun used the first speed loader to load, ..........................

OK now it's your turn.

Why, pray tell, did you have to load your gun?????????????????????????????? Think Benny the Burglar/Howard the Home Invader is gonna give you that option???????????????????????
 
I have two toddlers. One of whom thinks all guns are toys. And loading is faster than trying to remove the trigger lock guard. With the new .22 I will keep at least one mag loaded.
 
What is the most interesting situation where you have pulled (not necessarily used) your gun?


For me:
Its was 12A.M. on a Saturday night. I was watching TV and my .357 was in the end table drawer. There was a knock at the door. It was late and I wasn't expecting anyone. I grabed the gun used the first speed loader to load, and went to answer the door. I opened the door and swung the gun up to level. There on my front porch were three LEO's. They were looking for a robbery suspect who had fled his vehicle in the area. The were quite understanding about the gun. They all agreed that the suspect was probably not in my house. As they would have heard shots or gotten a radio call that I was holding them.


OK now it's your turn.


This is a really strange OP. First the poster started with an unloaded weapon and then pointed said weapon at someone(s) he/she didn't intend (I surely hope!!) to shoot. Wow!

Be safe.
 
One bitter cold winter night with a bright moon, a very loud bang hit the side of the new house. I woke up and said to my husband, "Wake up! Someone is trying to get into the house!" We each took a gun to search out what it was, whispering to each other. It was around 5 degrees outside. I couldn't figure out what kind of a lunatic burglar would be roaming around in this type of weather. We never found anything.

Turns out, it was the deck nails popping in the wood from the extreme cold. :rolleyes:
 
had been up for 24 hours + and a long drive. pulled into a rest area in Utah at 5 am. seen 1 car at the entrance so I went to the end and parked to rest for a little bit. keeping one eye open and trying to rest. about 10 mintues later I seen 2 guys gettting out of that car, 1 walked back behined the restroom and the other crossed the road and walked along the interstate fence walking my way. they got about 50 feet from me, not sure what was about to happen, I got out of my car along with my 686 6 inch and stood at the front of the car and they stopped, looked at each other and ran back to there car and left. not sure what they were going to do or up to. I left soon after and found a motel a few miles away for the night.
 
I'm going to use a little "poetic license" here, as this wasn't myself pulling a gun, but my uncle. It happened when I was about 11. We lived in the country and my dad noticed a car stopping in front of our house in the wee hours every morning. Around 3am. My uncle was a state trooper, so my dad asked him to come over one night. Sure enough, the same car pulled up and stopped in front of the house. My uncle rushed the car with weapon drawn. I can't be certain, but I think it's possible the driver messed himself. As it turned out, the person that was "casing" our house was the newspaper delivery man, delivering the newspaper. Oooops.
 
Without naming names...

Someone I know was having issues with local hoodlums driving ATVs in his fields at night, ripping up the ground. About the the third night it happened, he decided it wouldn't happen again.

The punks got a nice scattering with a shotgun. They weren't close, so I doubt any of the shot even made contact.... but they never came back.


As for me... haven't had any issues with humans. I've had to defend my critters from coyotes and bobcats though on multiple occasions.
 
1. Don't open doors to strangers, especially at night.
2. Don't point guns at people who are not presenting you with an imminent, credible danger to life and limb. That's called "assault" and is both a crime and a civil tort.
3. Pointing a gun at a cop is an excellent way to get shot.
 
My parents were visiting from out of town and were staying at my house.
At about 3am I hear a loud bang behind the house; a bright flash and my home alarm goes off.
I've never risen so quickly...
Glock 20 in hand, lighting up the house; my dad comes out and I ask if he's alright. Luckily I won't fire unless I can ID the target. Weapon mounted lights are the best...
He's ok but tells me the power is out. I told him to get the shotgun that's in his room and barricade himself.
Now: I'm thinking someone has cut the power and is probably going to cut the phone line. I have my wife call 911 on the cell.

I take up a defensive position at the end of the hall (never enter the tube of death). Listen intently and hear nothing for a solid five minutes; it felt like 5 hours.
I clear the hall and enter the kitchen. I look out the window and notice that the power is out all over the neighborhood.
At the same time 911 tells my wife that a transformer blew and that was the bang we heard.
Sure enough, a power company truck was out on the street behind my house getting ready to work on the transformer within five minutes.

I have never been so lucid and focused right out of bed in my life!

Glad it was a false alarm.

Regards,
Arkdweller
 
The Possum that I dubbed Nemesis Possum emerged from his lair under the porch, deep from the dark depths in which he/she/it resided. It blocked my path and stood there hissing at me. Odd behavior for a possum, since I thought they were supposed to play dead. Maybe Nemesis Possum wasn't really a possum after all, but some sort of very large mutant rat. Possible I suppose, since I never did study zoology. But I digress. There I was coming back from a trip to Barnes and Noble with a nice sturdy stack of gun magazines, the Fortean Times and discount bin books about Nazi war machines to pass my time with. Suddenly I found my path to the front door blocked by my nemesis.

I drew the 337 from my hip pocket and stared down Nemesis Possum after it scared me by it's presence. Perhaps it was the verbal challenge "You (censored) (censored) no good rodent, here I've got something for you." Or perhaps it was the glare of my Surefire light as I illimunated him, but Nemesis Possum kept up the hissing for a bit and then retreated to safety, glaring at me over his shoulder.
 

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