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Fortunately I have not been in that situation.
Hmmmmm... one time, many, many years ago. No shots fired, but when a group of known trouble makers cruised past in their car, they spotted me open carrying. They made a real hasty exit from the neighborhood.
Oh, and several years ago I did encounter someone who was having some sort of issue. He was using his car to block traffic. I was carrying concealed and since there was no LEO around, I approached to assess the situation. No weapons displayed, never even reached for mine, but knowing it was there was a comfort. He eventually started on his way, but driving erratically and frequently stopping in travel lanes, blocking traffic, so I followed and directed the local police as to his location. They eventually found us and stopped him.
Then there are the times I stop for a disabled motorist. So far, no altercations, but it's nice knowing that I do have a defense option.
Oh, and several years ago I did encounter someone who was having some sort of issue. He was using his car to block traffic. I was carrying concealed and since there was no LEO around, I approached to assess the situation. No weapons displayed, never even reached for mine, but knowing it was there was a comfort. He eventually started on his way, but driving erratically and frequently stopping in travel lanes, blocking traffic, so I followed and directed the local police as to his location. They eventually found us and stopped him.
Then there are the times I stop for a disabled motorist. So far, no altercations, but it's nice knowing that I do have a defense option.
Have CC'd decades and had one incident, no shots fired.
During a traffic incident where I was in stopped traffic on an Interstate, I had an altercation with a trucker who vanished as soon as it was apparent that I was armed. There was no doubt in my mind that it would have ended badly for me, as he was swinging a baseball bat.
During a traffic incident where I was in stopped traffic on an Interstate, I had an altercation with a trucker who vanished as soon as it was apparent that I was armed. There was no doubt in my mind that it would have ended badly for me, as he was swinging a baseball bat.
Have carried for about 40 years. Pulled a gun once for a human antagonist and three times for dogs. Had to shoot twice, both times for dogs.
I was spot-camping three guys into a remote wilderness area several years ago. The deal was that I was to take my pack string and haul their gear back into one of the wilderness lakes. They were hiking in from a different route and we were to meet at their designated campsite around 2:00 in the afternoon. I was to drop off their gear and head back out, then return five days later and haul out their gear for them while they hiked back to their vehicle located at a different trailhead.
I loaded the animals early in the morning and made it into the proposed campsite around 2:00 after a six-hour ride. I stripped the pack animals of their loads, then picketed the horses and mules while I waited for the three hikers to arrive.
I was hoping the hikers would arrive soon because I wanted to get back to the trailhead before dark. Just in case they didn't however, I had stuffed my sleeping bag and some grain for the stock into one of the panniers.
After a few minutes, I saw some disheveled-looking guy come wandering into camp. The first thing he said to me was, "You got any whiskey?"
I told him I didn't know what was in those packs because I was just the packer who was spot-camping this crew. (Actually, I knew darn well what was in those packs because I had loaded them and, from the looks of all those bottles, those three boys were planning on having themselves a real good time.)
From what this strange guy was telling me, he had been living up there in those mountains for a couple of months. He said he had worked in the woods for a timber cutting crew for a few months until he earned enough money, then took off and had been living in the wilderness ever since. Weird guy to say the least.
He kept rambling in a nonsensical way and was eyeing those packs pretty good hoping I was ready to take off and leave him to them. My right side was turned away from him this whole time. I was packing my Ruger Blackhawk in .45 Colt on my right hip. Finally, I nonchalantly turned my right side to him so he could spot the revolver. Immediately, he said, "Uh...I gotta go," and vanished into the woods. Never saw him again.
Probably nothing to worry about, but I was still glad I was packing my revolver.
I loaded the animals early in the morning and made it into the proposed campsite around 2:00 after a six-hour ride. I stripped the pack animals of their loads, then picketed the horses and mules while I waited for the three hikers to arrive.
I was hoping the hikers would arrive soon because I wanted to get back to the trailhead before dark. Just in case they didn't however, I had stuffed my sleeping bag and some grain for the stock into one of the panniers.
After a few minutes, I saw some disheveled-looking guy come wandering into camp. The first thing he said to me was, "You got any whiskey?"
I told him I didn't know what was in those packs because I was just the packer who was spot-camping this crew. (Actually, I knew darn well what was in those packs because I had loaded them and, from the looks of all those bottles, those three boys were planning on having themselves a real good time.)
From what this strange guy was telling me, he had been living up there in those mountains for a couple of months. He said he had worked in the woods for a timber cutting crew for a few months until he earned enough money, then took off and had been living in the wilderness ever since. Weird guy to say the least.
He kept rambling in a nonsensical way and was eyeing those packs pretty good hoping I was ready to take off and leave him to them. My right side was turned away from him this whole time. I was packing my Ruger Blackhawk in .45 Colt on my right hip. Finally, I nonchalantly turned my right side to him so he could spot the revolver. Immediately, he said, "Uh...I gotta go," and vanished into the woods. Never saw him again.
Probably nothing to worry about, but I was still glad I was packing my revolver.
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fredj338
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I strive to stay out of those situations. I don't bring a gun to an verbal confrontation, I don't travel into SH areas by choice.
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Had batteries in my truck go out . Went to Costco got 250.00 in cash when I returned them then bought 2 new ones .i went out to my truck noticed it was blocked in both sides and front one of the vehicles had 2 tipicle crankster gangstrers standing around it .
Installed batteries in my truck see dirt bags eyeballing me and talking on phone. Just as I got into my truck to leave another vehicle pulls behind me blocking me in. They get out and come to other side of truck looking down it into the cab. I start the truck and put it in reverse the dirt bags are all looking at me and each other and gestering like what now.
No way am I getting out of truck I'm ready to see how good my insurance is but itakeout a small .380 pistol I keep in a lock box this was before I had a ccw . I set it on the consul the dirt bags see it and start jaberring to each other finally they moved the car behind me and I left
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Installed batteries in my truck see dirt bags eyeballing me and talking on phone. Just as I got into my truck to leave another vehicle pulls behind me blocking me in. They get out and come to other side of truck looking down it into the cab. I start the truck and put it in reverse the dirt bags are all looking at me and each other and gestering like what now.
No way am I getting out of truck I'm ready to see how good my insurance is but itakeout a small .380 pistol I keep in a lock box this was before I had a ccw . I set it on the consul the dirt bags see it and start jaberring to each other finally they moved the car behind me and I left
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The first was in a bar, I was negotiating with a known bad guy to attempt to purchase more time to repay a debt from a smuggling operation gone bad. He brazenly placed his weapon on the table, pointed it right at me, in plain view of the other bar patrons. I played it cool and very carefully and quietly drew under the table from an OC thigh holster. Just before i was sure he was going to fire, I blasted him to pieces. He slumped down onto the table, quite a mess. It was a tough bar, the music only stopped for a moment, then the band continued on playing the same song as if nothing happened. To this day, some people say he fired first, when we all know he never fired a shot.
19 years ago, while closing up my shop I was confronted by an armed robber. I was pocket carrying. He wasn't expecting that. No shots were fired.
To my knowledge he is still a guest of the state in Lucasville.
To my knowledge he is still a guest of the state in Lucasville.
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Only a mercy shot on a deer.
I hope it stays that way.
I hope it stays that way.
shouldazagged
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One situation the police later agreed was valid: I was shopping in my regular Kroger store and passed the branch bank contained therein. I noticed a young Russian guy--a neighborhood nearby had many Russian immigrants, and I had seen him around with some buddies of his--standing near the bank. He wasn't in line, or standing close enough to appear ready to do any banking. He was pale and looked nervous. He kept looking at the bank counter and then scanning his surroundings. I stood watching him, and he spotted me doing it. Immediately he looked even more nervous. I held eye contact and casually slipped my hand into my right front pocket. He wheeled, and very quickly left the store.
Apparently the bank tellers had been nervous about him too.
A couple of other times the slipping-the-hand-into-the pocket-ever-so casually move made guys who were approaching me for no good reason veer off.
I've never had to draw a gun, and hope and pray that continues.
Apparently the bank tellers had been nervous about him too.
A couple of other times the slipping-the-hand-into-the pocket-ever-so casually move made guys who were approaching me for no good reason veer off.
I've never had to draw a gun, and hope and pray that continues.
I had two guys try to rob me one night right outside my apartment. I was on my way to work so I was open carrying and on the one hand I'm sure they would have been successful and robbing me if I had not been armed. On the other hand I'm fairly certain that they were after my gun so they may not even have tried had I not been armed at all.
The only other time I am not even sure if I would call myself a witness because I never saw anything. I heard some shots very close to me on the other side of a fence. I took cover and drew my gun but all I ever saw was some guy running away.
And finally I threw down down on a cow at work one night. I was checking an electrical substation on the east side of town I was shining my flashlight around to make sure that nobody was walking up on me and I saw this big black animal in the field next to me. Being in Colorado my first thought was it was a bear then I heard it moo
The only other time I am not even sure if I would call myself a witness because I never saw anything. I heard some shots very close to me on the other side of a fence. I took cover and drew my gun but all I ever saw was some guy running away.
And finally I threw down down on a cow at work one night. I was checking an electrical substation on the east side of town I was shining my flashlight around to make sure that nobody was walking up on me and I saw this big black animal in the field next to me. Being in Colorado my first thought was it was a bear then I heard it moo
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In my younger days, long before CCL was allowed in my State, I was riding the "El" (public transit) very late coming home from a gig. The railcar contained a college student heading back up to Evanston, 4 "dubious" individuals and myself.
The college student was talking to the 4 individuals and a scuffle broke out. The college student was roughed up a little and then thrown off the train at the next stop.
Then the leader of the "gang of four" started walking back towards me and I slid my hand into my coat like I had a shoulder holster. He stopped, and smiled. I smiled back (not in a particularly friendly way). He then returned to his friends and a conversation started with them looking back at me. I just kept staring at them and smiling with my hand in my coat.
The next stop, they all got off the train.
I never had a gun.
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A couple of years ago I was visiting my elderly dad for a few days. He has an attached garage which he leaves the roll up front door to open during warm days to keep it cooler inside. Has all his tools, washer-dryer, workbenches, shelves etc in it. Just at dark I went out to the garage to close it up for him. The lights were off in it and initially I left them off as I could see well enough in there to roll down the door. Just before I did I decide to turn on the light and check out a portable TV he had on the workbench. Plug it in, see if he got it working. While I was messing with the TV I smelled cigarette smoke. Not like someone was smoking, but the smell regular smoker's have on them 24/7. Hair, clothing etc. I looked in the direction of the odor, towards the back of the garage and I saw him. Pressed up against the wall, back to it facing out, eyes closed and as I approached him he was muttering "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me". I'm a retired LEO, and he looked to me to be a doper. Tweaker. Probably went in the garage for a quick theft which I interrupted. I was also a lot bigger than him, but he looked about 10-15 years younger than me. He had his palms out showing he was unarmed. No doubt he was convinced I was armed, even though I wasn't. I was clad in cargo shorts, tank top and flip-flop sandals. Didn't even have my cell phone on me. My S&W 442 was in the house, next to my cellphone on a dresser, lol. I was in total condition green.
We had a stand-off for probably 30 seconds, the entire time I remember thinking to myself I wished I had my gun. As a former cop that was literally my first thought. To take the dude into custody. I decided my best choice of action was to back to the door, get inside, arm myself and call the SO, which I did. Of course the wannabe burglar had hauled butt before I came back out seconds later, armed and with a phone. He disappeared in the darkness of the suburbs.
Deadly force situation? Probably not. If I had the pistol on me initially he would have been looking down the barrel of it and and anything beyond that would have depended on his subsequent actions. This occurred in a state where the castle doctrine exists. Mind you, he looked scared witless, and his body english showed total submission and prior encounters with cops, even though he did not know I had been one.
I was a bit hard on myself later for not being able to take the guy into custody, but heck, I'm simply not going to walk around the house all day with that 442 tucked in my skivvies 24/7. I'm just glad my elderly dad wasn't the one that confronted the bad guy. Most important thing is nobody got hurt.
We had a stand-off for probably 30 seconds, the entire time I remember thinking to myself I wished I had my gun. As a former cop that was literally my first thought. To take the dude into custody. I decided my best choice of action was to back to the door, get inside, arm myself and call the SO, which I did. Of course the wannabe burglar had hauled butt before I came back out seconds later, armed and with a phone. He disappeared in the darkness of the suburbs.
Deadly force situation? Probably not. If I had the pistol on me initially he would have been looking down the barrel of it and and anything beyond that would have depended on his subsequent actions. This occurred in a state where the castle doctrine exists. Mind you, he looked scared witless, and his body english showed total submission and prior encounters with cops, even though he did not know I had been one.
I was a bit hard on myself later for not being able to take the guy into custody, but heck, I'm simply not going to walk around the house all day with that 442 tucked in my skivvies 24/7. I'm just glad my elderly dad wasn't the one that confronted the bad guy. Most important thing is nobody got hurt.
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In my younger days, long before CCL was allowed in my State, I was riding the "El" (public transit) very late coming home from a gig. The railcar contained a college student heading back up to Evanston, 4 "dubious" individuals and myself.
The college student was talking to the 4 individuals and a scuffle broke out. The college student was roughed up a little and then thrown off the train at the next stop.
Then the leader of the "gang of four" started walking back towards me and I slid my hand into my coat like I had a shoulder holster. He stopped, and smiled. I smiled back (not in a particularly friendly way). He then returned to his friends and a conversation started with them looking back at me. I just kept staring at them and smiling with my hand in my coat.
The next stop, they all got off the train.
I never had a gun.
Riding the EL was a real adventure.
I'll take a wild guess, Red Line?
Not to me, but a good friend of mine, and a work colleague at the time. Back about 1990 or so, we operated thermal imaging equipment for various customers. Gary was working it alone one night, in downtown Nashville, following the underground steam line that heated many of the downtown buildings at the time, looking for a broken line that the city knew was losing pressure. Just didn't know exactly where.
So he's a lone guy walking the streets around 1:00 am, with a then $75,000 piece of equipment. A car with gangbangers hanging out the widow rolled by him slowly, went to the next corner and turned around. When they got next to him again, they stopped and one said, "Hey man, we thinks you needs to give us $20 dollas."
Now Gary is a big ole boy, but he was alone, or so it appeared. He slowly turned his back towards them, flipped his coat tail up and revealed a Colt 1911. Then he said to them "Well what'ta ya think about that now?"
He said they burned rubber getting away from his as quickly as possible! There's no doubt it would have gone badly for him if he hadn't been carrying a pistol. Law or no law we always packed a gun or two while making those annual winter scans. I just wished I'd been there with him that night to see it. LOL!
So he's a lone guy walking the streets around 1:00 am, with a then $75,000 piece of equipment. A car with gangbangers hanging out the widow rolled by him slowly, went to the next corner and turned around. When they got next to him again, they stopped and one said, "Hey man, we thinks you needs to give us $20 dollas."
Now Gary is a big ole boy, but he was alone, or so it appeared. He slowly turned his back towards them, flipped his coat tail up and revealed a Colt 1911. Then he said to them "Well what'ta ya think about that now?"
He said they burned rubber getting away from his as quickly as possible! There's no doubt it would have gone badly for him if he hadn't been carrying a pistol. Law or no law we always packed a gun or two while making those annual winter scans. I just wished I'd been there with him that night to see it. LOL!
Ivan the Butcher
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Definitely twice, once in movie theater, once on sidewalk downtown Columbus. Once more a maybe, mall parking lot. The gun never cleared the pocket. The wife was with me talking away on 2 & 3, she never noticed!
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