I gotta hunch that you don't care to elaborate?
I remember the first time I was shot at.
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I gotta hunch that you don't care to elaborate?
BubbaBlades
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In 1972 I was assigned one of my PD's first 454 cu in Chevy patrol cars. I was third in line behind two older 383 Plymouth patrol cars chasing a stolen car on I-95 at around 1 AM. I passed both Plymouths and got numerous gunfire flashes in my direction as a reward for being directly behind the bad guys. I never had training for high speed driving, talking on the radio and returning gunfire (with my left hand) all at the same time. Bad guys swerved left into my lane and when I moved left they made a right turn off of an exit ramp with at least 8 other police units behind them.
More interesting to me is my second time being shot at. This occurred almost exactly 24 hours after the above chase. I thinking how nice it was to be taking a report about someone not paying for gas at a service station one hour into my shift instead of being involved in a high speed shootout. I heard a update on my radio about the other patrol car in my zone chasing the brown Pontiac that had not paid for the gas. All of a sudden the Pontiac comes around the corner of the gas station with the police car close behind. I joined the chase and followed the two cars up onto I-95. After about two miles on I-95 the bad guy starts shooting out of his window. The unit in front of me returned fire and the bad guy caught a 158 grain in his ear/brain. I never had another car chase shootout.
Mark
More interesting to me is my second time being shot at. This occurred almost exactly 24 hours after the above chase. I thinking how nice it was to be taking a report about someone not paying for gas at a service station one hour into my shift instead of being involved in a high speed shootout. I heard a update on my radio about the other patrol car in my zone chasing the brown Pontiac that had not paid for the gas. All of a sudden the Pontiac comes around the corner of the gas station with the police car close behind. I joined the chase and followed the two cars up onto I-95. After about two miles on I-95 the bad guy starts shooting out of his window. The unit in front of me returned fire and the bad guy caught a 158 grain in his ear/brain. I never had another car chase shootout.
Mark
Mr Pokeyman
US Veteran
In the early 70's our cruisers had the siren loud speaker mounted on top of the car in between the red lights. They sat on a bar several inches above the roof. The siren speaker was chrome and was noticeable from a distance. I was parked in front of a whore house in an alley talking to the madam about her "girls" hanging out the upstairs window with no clothes on trying to drum up business. I heard a gun shot in the distance and suddenly my siren exploded and pieces of it flew onto my windshield and the hood. I think I was then "beamed up by Scotty" into the whore house and placed onto my stomach on the floor because I never could remember how I got there. Neighbors told me someone had shot a rifle at me from end of the block. I never did find out who did it and I always wondered if the target was me or that shiny siren. That was my "first" time.
This post made me think back to my years as a cop. Shot at several times, only hit once by a richocetted bullet fragment from a 45 in my calf, not bad, didn't know I was hit until much later when I went to take my sock off and a thread was pushed into the skin with the fragment.
The loudest one was by a drunk at a domestic call, who was in his house with a 30/06 who told his wife that if she called the cops he would shoot them when they arrived. She forgot to tell our dispatch that info.
I had a rookie partner and we we arrived, I told him to never stand in front of the door at a call as most doors won't stop a bullet. He was on one side and I was on the other.
Imagine my reaction when I knocked on that door and the drunk let one fly with that 06 from about 15 feet away from the door. I honestly didn't know I could run that fast and still put out the info on my prep at the same time. Those 06s are LOUD!
No one got hit as the bullet went between me and the rookie. It ended in a barricaded gunman standoff for several hours until the drunk passed out and entry was made.
But I had all but forgot about the very first time I got shot at. It was during a gang fight in Detroit back around 1968. Yes, a gang fight.
I was 15 at the time and was cutting down an alley with a friend after going at it with some opposing gang members when a car pulled up at the end of the alley. Two older guys got out and one pulled a 22 rifle from the trunk. Several bullets hit a garbage can we were standing next to and we took off back toward the guys we just fought with. Figured it's better to bruise some more knuckles than get shot. Just then The Detroit Police swarmed both ends of the alley and I was glad. Got slapped around and hauled in by the police but we had it coming.
I have been real lucky.
The loudest one was by a drunk at a domestic call, who was in his house with a 30/06 who told his wife that if she called the cops he would shoot them when they arrived. She forgot to tell our dispatch that info.
I had a rookie partner and we we arrived, I told him to never stand in front of the door at a call as most doors won't stop a bullet. He was on one side and I was on the other.
Imagine my reaction when I knocked on that door and the drunk let one fly with that 06 from about 15 feet away from the door. I honestly didn't know I could run that fast and still put out the info on my prep at the same time. Those 06s are LOUD!
No one got hit as the bullet went between me and the rookie. It ended in a barricaded gunman standoff for several hours until the drunk passed out and entry was made.
But I had all but forgot about the very first time I got shot at. It was during a gang fight in Detroit back around 1968. Yes, a gang fight.
I was 15 at the time and was cutting down an alley with a friend after going at it with some opposing gang members when a car pulled up at the end of the alley. Two older guys got out and one pulled a 22 rifle from the trunk. Several bullets hit a garbage can we were standing next to and we took off back toward the guys we just fought with. Figured it's better to bruise some more knuckles than get shot. Just then The Detroit Police swarmed both ends of the alley and I was glad. Got slapped around and hauled in by the police but we had it coming.
I have been real lucky.
Lee in Quartzsite
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1952, 8 yrs old, BB gun fight, 1958 2 guys with .22's shot at my friend and I while riding bikes on a country road...actually saw a bullet whiz by over my head, 12-10-65, Mekong Delta unknown guns, just lots of tracers coming my way....first time I ever shot back.
In 1968 I was in a ROTC Ranger Company doing some snooping and pooping in the Land Between The Lakes area in Kentucky. This was after zero dark thirty and as we made our way to our marked objective with no moonlight available we somehow managed to run onto and into some moonshiners who had a still set up in this area. They proceeded to fire a few shotgun and rifle rounds in our direction. Nothing directed at me directly as far as I could tell, but, we decamped the a/o post haste and with a high pucker factor. I don't know if they thought we were revenuers or a rival of some sort, but we sure didn't hang around to discuss it. All we had were blanks issued to us and I don't think it would have been a good idea anyway even if we had live rounds to get into a firefight with the local moonshiners.
It was really something you couldn't exactly plan for or send notice that we were in the area and not to fire on us. I don't know if the captain called law enforcement or not. We loaded up and got into the trucks and got back before dawn, ate breakfast and were told not to talk about it until notified we could do so. I never heard anymore about this incident.
It was really something you couldn't exactly plan for or send notice that we were in the area and not to fire on us. I don't know if the captain called law enforcement or not. We loaded up and got into the trucks and got back before dawn, ate breakfast and were told not to talk about it until notified we could do so. I never heard anymore about this incident.
I don't know if this really counts....since I sort of shot myself. 
I had just gotten out of the Navy, and bought myself some handguns and one double barrel shotgun (12 gauge.) I went to small, old dump that the city had abandoned to do some shooting with the shotgun (back then, you could do that; not now.) I found this door off of an old stove, I guess...thin metal with the white enamel cover on it. It wasn't one of the real thick ones with a window in it. Anyway, I propped it up and backed off a ways, and let loose with the shotgun. Next thing I know, I was on the ground and my chest was hurting something awful!
Apparently the metal door acted like a springboard, because while it had dented in badly, no shot had penetrated it...the shot all ricocheted off, with at least one coming right back at me. I was shooting 000 buck, and apparently one hit me square in the chest. (I don't know where the others went.) It was winter, and I had on a heavy leather coat, as well as a shirt and an undershirt...the coat wasn't penetrated, nor was my skin even broken; I guess it had expended enough energy in the metal door so that the ricocheted shot was very mild when it hit me. I just got a real nasty bruise on my chest. I hate to think what would have happened if that shot had hit me in the face.
I was very lucky that day...and very stupid. I've never done anything like that since.
I had just gotten out of the Navy, and bought myself some handguns and one double barrel shotgun (12 gauge.) I went to small, old dump that the city had abandoned to do some shooting with the shotgun (back then, you could do that; not now.) I found this door off of an old stove, I guess...thin metal with the white enamel cover on it. It wasn't one of the real thick ones with a window in it. Anyway, I propped it up and backed off a ways, and let loose with the shotgun. Next thing I know, I was on the ground and my chest was hurting something awful!
Apparently the metal door acted like a springboard, because while it had dented in badly, no shot had penetrated it...the shot all ricocheted off, with at least one coming right back at me. I was shooting 000 buck, and apparently one hit me square in the chest. (I don't know where the others went.) It was winter, and I had on a heavy leather coat, as well as a shirt and an undershirt...the coat wasn't penetrated, nor was my skin even broken; I guess it had expended enough energy in the metal door so that the ricocheted shot was very mild when it hit me. I just got a real nasty bruise on my chest. I hate to think what would have happened if that shot had hit me in the face.
I was very lucky that day...and very stupid. I've never done anything like that since.
