This was about 45 years ago in the NC mountains. We were on vacation, family camping in a VW Bug. My brother and I were in the back seat. Mom, 6 months pregnant was in front seat and Dad was driving. Just before dark we stopped to fill up and when we got back on the road it was just getting dark. A Caddy pulled up behind us and put the brights on us. After a few miles they passed us. In the car were four men. Mom says they were at the gas station when we fillled up. They sped off into the distance. A few miles later, as we rounded a curve, there was the Caddy, sideway blocking the road. The four were lined up, each holding a bat or some such. Hill on one side, air on the other with no room a little bug to get by. Daddy stopped, set the brakes, grabbed his P-38 and got out. Walking to the front of the car, he bent down, put the P-38 in the headlight, put a mag in and racked a round into the breech. He stood up, looked at the guys and told them they were going to move their car. One guy stepped forward, and suggested where Daddy could put his P-38. Daddy flew 32 missions in a B-17 over Europe and was on the Air Base pistol team. This was no big deal to him, just four stupid punks. With casual aim, Daddy put a round against the pavement about 2 feet in front of the guy, a spark flew off the pavement as it went between his legs and bounced into the side of the Caddy. With careful aim he drew a bead on the guy and told him the next one was going between his eyes. There was a mad scramble to get in the Caddy and head on down the road. Daddy watched them drive off, got back in the car and we headed down the road. Mom was worried that they would be waiting. Daddy said not a problem, the rest of the mag was more than enough to stop them with several rounds left over. He still doesn't like to waste ammo.