Anyone ever have to actually draw on someone?
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cshoff
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Luckily I can answer "no". There have, however, been three times over the years where I have drawn my gun in the middle of the night to investigate various noises in my house. Two times when I lived in the city, and once since I have lived in the country. Thankfully, all of them were false alarms.
Ogandydancer
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Never have and praying to God I never have to. Not something I would want to do but if it comes to me or mine or saving someone elses life I would. Especially a woman an older person or a child.
Alk8944
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Several times, but then I am a retired LEO. Past that it is none of your business, but then this part wasn't either.
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a number of times
CelticSire
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Yes, many times.
While I understand that you may simply be trying to learn from others' experiences, this is not a question for a public forum.
Quickly, VERY quickly.
Jeb Stonewall
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Of course I have, many times!
All of us HERO's do.
I would go into detail, but the shedding of blood isn't something us heros talk about on public forums!
All of us HERO's do.
I would go into detail, but the shedding of blood isn't something us heros talk about on public forums!
USAF385
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Yes indeed. He was really big and black. Kind of fat, but you could tell he was strong.
Oh, he was a black bear by the way. I was coming home one afternoon in the fall. I pulled into my driveway and hopped out of the car when I saw a big ol' stick on the ground so I decided to get rid of it. There is a certain spot I like to dispose of such things, so I placed the stick in my "natural rubbish" pile. As I turned around to go inside.. I was face to face with a black bear. He was standing about 20 ft away.. right between me and the house. I was carrying my 681 in a shoulder holster, so I slowly retrieved it. I stood there for a good minute as he watched me. Luckily he lost interest in me and continued on his way. I kind of figured I was safe since I was pretty sure he was a he, and there were no cubs that I could see.
I have yet to draw in self defense with a human involved.
Oh, he was a black bear by the way. I was coming home one afternoon in the fall. I pulled into my driveway and hopped out of the car when I saw a big ol' stick on the ground so I decided to get rid of it. There is a certain spot I like to dispose of such things, so I placed the stick in my "natural rubbish" pile. As I turned around to go inside.. I was face to face with a black bear. He was standing about 20 ft away.. right between me and the house. I was carrying my 681 in a shoulder holster, so I slowly retrieved it. I stood there for a good minute as he watched me. Luckily he lost interest in me and continued on his way. I kind of figured I was safe since I was pretty sure he was a he, and there were no cubs that I could see.
I have yet to draw in self defense with a human involved.
BarbC
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I have drawn on individuals a couple of times, and I was a little surprised myself at how reflexive and quick it is to do. It's survival instinct. It's like "Now you don't see it, now you do!" Back off, Buster.
cmort666
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I haven't had to draw my handgun since I've had an Ohio CHL.
On the other hand, back in the early '80s, I had to point a loaded HK93 at a guy on the interstate who was trying to run a friend and me off the road. He apparently had already run a truck full of people onto the side of the road. We had no interaction with him that would have provoked him into such an action. The guy cut us off and started slowing down, weaving from side to side while slowing down. We were coming from a Military Explorer post function with the Missouri Army National Guard in St. Louis and had guns in the car for our function as the OPFOR. I had my friend wait until the guy got right on our front bumper and then hit the dome light so the guy could see me pointing the HK93 at him. He took off at a speed that probably ruined the engine of the little Japanese car he was driving.
This was around the same time that child molester, carjacker and serial killer, Alton Coleman and his girlfriend were doing their tour. There's a non-zero chance it was them.
On the other hand, back in the early '80s, I had to point a loaded HK93 at a guy on the interstate who was trying to run a friend and me off the road. He apparently had already run a truck full of people onto the side of the road. We had no interaction with him that would have provoked him into such an action. The guy cut us off and started slowing down, weaving from side to side while slowing down. We were coming from a Military Explorer post function with the Missouri Army National Guard in St. Louis and had guns in the car for our function as the OPFOR. I had my friend wait until the guy got right on our front bumper and then hit the dome light so the guy could see me pointing the HK93 at him. He took off at a speed that probably ruined the engine of the little Japanese car he was driving.
This was around the same time that child molester, carjacker and serial killer, Alton Coleman and his girlfriend were doing their tour. There's a non-zero chance it was them.
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"Been there done that" don't like to talk about it and sure won't write about it in an open forum. Would not mind to sit down face to face drink a beer and swap old LEO stories
Glock 'em down
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Several times in uniform.
Only once in plain clothes.
Only once in plain clothes.
Landpimp
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yes, 4 times that I can recall, didnt enjoy it at all,but I am here and that what matters 
OK, I really wasn't trying to piss anyone off here by asking this question. I was attempting to get an idea of mind/body reaction you experienced during your confrontation. I didn't realize this was some sort of taboo subject.
GatorFarmer
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It's generally not a subject that people like to go into on gun forums for a variety of reasons - legal liability being one. All that being said, it can be useful to understand that different people will react in different ways and to understand that a lot happens in a short space of time.
Thus, I'll share a relatively tame story in the line of "it happened to me" which is a popular column name in Combat Handguns (where you can read these sorts of accounts monthly)-
No shots were fired when it happened to me. Some guy came in through my front door when I was living in an apartment while I was in college. He had a hole ring of keys, probably lifted them from the maintenance shack. Anyway, I heard the unusual rattling at my front door around just after midnight.
At the time, there was a show called Mystery Science Theater 3000 that ran midnight to two on Comedy Central. A guy, his two robot puppets... trapped in a space station and made to watch bad movies. Fortunately for me, I liked to watch that show, so I'd stayed up. I also had taken to sleeping on my couch, since it saved me having to wash sheets. (This makes sense to a college age guy.) Thus I'd fall asleep in front of the TV watching MST3K many/most nights.
I heard the unusual rattling at the door, and thought someone was picking the lock. I had purchased a 4" Model 64 heavy barrel a few months earlier when I'd turned 21 and had an Uncle Mike's horizontal shoulder holster for it. I'd read an Ayoob article that had made sense to me about keeping a house gun in a shoulder rig since it was quick to put on and carried your spare ammo nicely. I put it on.
The door swung open and the stranger came barreling in.
I remember that I drew my revolver and was focusing on the front sight as he came towards me. He had a decent amount of forward momentum since he'd shoved the door. I had the gun up and was actually beginning to pull back the trigger (time seemed a bit compressed) when he stopped up short, turned white as a ghost and put his hands up.
I think I'd said something along the lines of "freeze right there" and "put your hands up". He did, and I didn't shoot him.
The guy claimed that he was looking for another apartment where his friend was. His first words were "I think I have the wrong apartment". To which I replied somewhat deadpanly along the lines of "Yeah, I think you do" or words to that effect. His story was that maintenance had just given him all the keys.
In hindsight that was probably obvious BS, but I was tired and this was before the days of cellphones, plus my sloppy housekeeping meant that I didn't exactly know where the handset to my cordless phone was (again, college age guys living alone will understand this). Thus I let him go on his way.
For quite some time there after, I took to sleeping with a shoulder rig on. And also putting a chair up under the door. Good habits. You get used to the pokiness after a while.
Anyway, I don't remember being scared, and I certainly have the whole "freeze up, could I really shoot?" self doubt moment that some people worry about.
In general if you're the sort who can keep your wits about you, you'll do fine.
Lessons learned? Ayoob was right - a shoulder rig is handy. Have a gun and be confident in how to use it more so than worrying about having the "best" gun out there (I just had a 169 dollar police trade in revolver after all since I couldn't afford the Sig P220 that I wanted at the time). Make sure that you can get to your gun when you need it. Since you never know when you'll need it, make sure that you can *always* get to your gun.
In later years, when I really did live in a condemned crack house in the drug corridor of a decaying Midwestern city, I found these to be good lessons.
Of course when you settle down and become a homemaker in suburban VA you might find yourself still sleeping with an M4 clone and tac armor nearby, but eh. That's life.
Thus, I'll share a relatively tame story in the line of "it happened to me" which is a popular column name in Combat Handguns (where you can read these sorts of accounts monthly)-
No shots were fired when it happened to me. Some guy came in through my front door when I was living in an apartment while I was in college. He had a hole ring of keys, probably lifted them from the maintenance shack. Anyway, I heard the unusual rattling at my front door around just after midnight.
At the time, there was a show called Mystery Science Theater 3000 that ran midnight to two on Comedy Central. A guy, his two robot puppets... trapped in a space station and made to watch bad movies. Fortunately for me, I liked to watch that show, so I'd stayed up. I also had taken to sleeping on my couch, since it saved me having to wash sheets. (This makes sense to a college age guy.) Thus I'd fall asleep in front of the TV watching MST3K many/most nights.
I heard the unusual rattling at the door, and thought someone was picking the lock. I had purchased a 4" Model 64 heavy barrel a few months earlier when I'd turned 21 and had an Uncle Mike's horizontal shoulder holster for it. I'd read an Ayoob article that had made sense to me about keeping a house gun in a shoulder rig since it was quick to put on and carried your spare ammo nicely. I put it on.
The door swung open and the stranger came barreling in.
I remember that I drew my revolver and was focusing on the front sight as he came towards me. He had a decent amount of forward momentum since he'd shoved the door. I had the gun up and was actually beginning to pull back the trigger (time seemed a bit compressed) when he stopped up short, turned white as a ghost and put his hands up.
I think I'd said something along the lines of "freeze right there" and "put your hands up". He did, and I didn't shoot him.
The guy claimed that he was looking for another apartment where his friend was. His first words were "I think I have the wrong apartment". To which I replied somewhat deadpanly along the lines of "Yeah, I think you do" or words to that effect. His story was that maintenance had just given him all the keys.
In hindsight that was probably obvious BS, but I was tired and this was before the days of cellphones, plus my sloppy housekeeping meant that I didn't exactly know where the handset to my cordless phone was (again, college age guys living alone will understand this). Thus I let him go on his way.
For quite some time there after, I took to sleeping with a shoulder rig on. And also putting a chair up under the door. Good habits. You get used to the pokiness after a while.
Anyway, I don't remember being scared, and I certainly have the whole "freeze up, could I really shoot?" self doubt moment that some people worry about.
In general if you're the sort who can keep your wits about you, you'll do fine.
Lessons learned? Ayoob was right - a shoulder rig is handy. Have a gun and be confident in how to use it more so than worrying about having the "best" gun out there (I just had a 169 dollar police trade in revolver after all since I couldn't afford the Sig P220 that I wanted at the time). Make sure that you can get to your gun when you need it. Since you never know when you'll need it, make sure that you can *always* get to your gun.
In later years, when I really did live in a condemned crack house in the drug corridor of a decaying Midwestern city, I found these to be good lessons.
Of course when you settle down and become a homemaker in suburban VA you might find yourself still sleeping with an M4 clone and tac armor nearby, but eh. That's life.
Shooter10
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My time for pulling my concealed pistol was not near as humerous at the time as it seems now. I'd been forced to leave my 18 wheeler tractor in this city for repairs, after another rig had hit it parked in a truck stop. The other driver's insurance company rented me a rental to continue my trip, and put my rig in the shop for repairs. Finished the trip, called back and was told the work would be completed by time I returned, so I rushed back to get my own and continue attempting to make a living.
The sheet metal work was great, as was the paint repairs, however, I noticed the radiator had not been replaced, and it was definately damaged, so I refused to accept it until a new radiator had been installed. Radiator was obtained, but too late to install that day, so they called and rented a near by room for me. I'd gone out to eat, bought a sixpack, and returned to the room, when one of those famaliar pains hit, and I headed for the small bath room. Now this room was of the style, enter the door, very first door was the bath, and past that door was the room with the beds.
I'm busy emptying my bowels, when the door was forced open. Now I say forced open, because I had propped a chair under the door knob, and placed any empty beer cans on the chair, which was pretty well assured of making a racket if messed with. When the cans fell, I grabbed my pants down around my ankles, pulled my small Charter Arms .38 special, and by the time the ones forcing the door made it in, they was a fat older man sitting on the throne, but pointing a gun at them. To say their withdrawl was rapid is an understatement, how ever, I finished up my business in there, and got ready for a visit from the police, and sure enough within 15 minutes, I was having to tell about it to the police. It seems they had received a call stating a man was in unit so and so pointing a gun at folks.
Seems this motel had up until quite recently been used as a half way house for felons fresh out of prison, and evidently a recent resident had a key to that room. The police was correct when he stated I was pretty well assured that pair would not be back that night. I did nave a legal revolver and the correct paperwork to carry, so no problem.
The sheet metal work was great, as was the paint repairs, however, I noticed the radiator had not been replaced, and it was definately damaged, so I refused to accept it until a new radiator had been installed. Radiator was obtained, but too late to install that day, so they called and rented a near by room for me. I'd gone out to eat, bought a sixpack, and returned to the room, when one of those famaliar pains hit, and I headed for the small bath room. Now this room was of the style, enter the door, very first door was the bath, and past that door was the room with the beds.
I'm busy emptying my bowels, when the door was forced open. Now I say forced open, because I had propped a chair under the door knob, and placed any empty beer cans on the chair, which was pretty well assured of making a racket if messed with. When the cans fell, I grabbed my pants down around my ankles, pulled my small Charter Arms .38 special, and by the time the ones forcing the door made it in, they was a fat older man sitting on the throne, but pointing a gun at them. To say their withdrawl was rapid is an understatement, how ever, I finished up my business in there, and got ready for a visit from the police, and sure enough within 15 minutes, I was having to tell about it to the police. It seems they had received a call stating a man was in unit so and so pointing a gun at folks.
Seems this motel had up until quite recently been used as a half way house for felons fresh out of prison, and evidently a recent resident had a key to that room. The police was correct when he stated I was pretty well assured that pair would not be back that night. I did nave a legal revolver and the correct paperwork to carry, so no problem.
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Well if you weren't on the john in the library you might have messed your drawers so I guess all ended well. That's a good one though.
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