elm_creek_smith
US Veteran
The answer is no.
That said, in the long ago and far away, I was on a date with a pretty young thing when we were run off the road by a pickup truck. (In those days I was young and didn't understand the proper response to someone attempting such an act.) The rather large guys in the truck stopped, got out of their truck laughing, and headed our way. They made some rather rude and vulgar statements as they approached that scared my date. I (all 5 feet 5 inches and 120 lbs of me) stepped out of the car with my old J. Sauer & Sohn .357 Magnum single action and fired a "warning shot" between them that took the right hand mirror off their truck. With many more vulgarities, they ran back to their truck and disappeared down the road putting a ton of dust in the air. I managed to get the 1956 Oldsmobile out of the ditch, and we headed in the opposite direction at an equally high rate of speed. Nothing more came of the incident except that the young lady in question never went out with me again.
My dad asked about the dirt and grass I was pulling out of the undercarriage of the Olds, and I told him most of what happened. He explained that the Olds was as heavy as any pickup truck and proceeded to take me to a friend's salvage yard to practice what he called "defensive driving."
That was the only "warning shot" I ever fired, and it could have cost me dearly.
ECS
That said, in the long ago and far away, I was on a date with a pretty young thing when we were run off the road by a pickup truck. (In those days I was young and didn't understand the proper response to someone attempting such an act.) The rather large guys in the truck stopped, got out of their truck laughing, and headed our way. They made some rather rude and vulgar statements as they approached that scared my date. I (all 5 feet 5 inches and 120 lbs of me) stepped out of the car with my old J. Sauer & Sohn .357 Magnum single action and fired a "warning shot" between them that took the right hand mirror off their truck. With many more vulgarities, they ran back to their truck and disappeared down the road putting a ton of dust in the air. I managed to get the 1956 Oldsmobile out of the ditch, and we headed in the opposite direction at an equally high rate of speed. Nothing more came of the incident except that the young lady in question never went out with me again.
My dad asked about the dirt and grass I was pulling out of the undercarriage of the Olds, and I told him most of what happened. He explained that the Olds was as heavy as any pickup truck and proceeded to take me to a friend's salvage yard to practice what he called "defensive driving."
That was the only "warning shot" I ever fired, and it could have cost me dearly.
ECS
