Home defense experiences

[Foxtrot427]

I have heard some pretty amazing and courageous home defense stories. I figure there must be some on here. Home defense is a pretty general term so it could be a wide variety of different things. Even from animals. Home defense doesnt just mean discharging your gun either. So if you have them please share your story(s)

[Monkeyleg]

Before we moved to our current location, we lived in a part of the city that was rapidly going downhill. Gang-bangers were robbing retail stores, a drug house opened down the street, and a woman was raped by a man who climbed through a basement window. This was all on one block, mind you.

The last straw was when a gang of five or six punks started robbing people at gunpoint as they pulled their cars into their garages at night. They even held a gun to a ten year-old's head and took everything the parents had, including the wife's wedding ring.

My wife was working a later shift at that time, so I started standing by the garage with my Spas 12 folding stock shotgun when she got home. One evening, a group of "youts" began to approach, and I stepped out into the light. They scattered like rats.

The Spas 12 folder is a pain to shoot, but it looks awfully intimidating. ;)

[Foxtrot427]

Good job! Id almost be tempted to let them go a little further and maybe take some out. But risking your loved on and shotgun might not be worth it. People are so sick.

[Lennyjoe]

Id almost be tempted to let them go a little further and maybe take some out
:confused:

[ARperson]

Id almost be tempted to let them go a little further and maybe take some out
:confused:


I believe he was referring to cleansing our society of ill will, adding a little bleach to the gene pool.

I agree. Some people are just wasting oxygen.

Thankfully, no home defense stories for me. Though the cats are good for scaring the bejeezus out of me sometimes.

[Waywardmonk]

The closest I have come, thankfully, is once while living in a predominantly Mexican neighborhood ( I am caucasian ) I was in the garage which had the garage door closed but I had entered through the door going to the kitchen when all of a sudden I hear several hispanic voices right outside the gagrage door. I have seldom moved so fast but was in the kitchen door like a shot to grab my 1911 and tell my roommate to grab a gun as I headed to the front door which opens onto the driveway in front of the garage, open door and...nothing, no one there, This was maybe 30 seconds to a minute after I heard the voices but I looked around and no one was about so I can only wonder how the hell the sound carried because it wasn't an echo but rather the sound of people right there, that I heard. I'm glad it wasn't the " incursion " I was expecting but that sudden jolt gets your attention alright.

[Foxtrot427]

lenny, Im talking bout letting them try and approach the wife, giving a reasion to at least detain them. But like I said about risking your loved ones.

[Dionysusigma]

I was sitting in my apartment one day, watching a movie (t'was my day off). As I got up to refill my Coke, I noticed a shadow cross by the window... nothing unusual, until I saw my apt. door handle jiggle back and forth.

:scrutiny: :uhoh:

I grabbed the Mossberg 590 by the door and stepped back into the hallway, partly behind my refrigerator, leaning out to the right. I figured this was as close to cover as I could get.

The doorknob jiggled again, but this time a key slid into the lock :confused: . I heard my landlord's voice outside my door (he knows I have guns, and views me as sort of a neighborhood watch type) and loudly announced that he's coming in with a plumber as he opened the door slowly.

I stowed the shotgun under the bed and greeted both of them. All that they were there to do was check the drainage--apparently, I had been too far involved with watching "Black Hawk Down" and had the volume up so loud I didn't hear them rooting the pipes and such. :o I pulled Jesse (landlord) aside and told him what I almost did; what this elicited was him turning white, but then him saying that he actually wouldn't be surprised.

As they left, he turned to me and thanked me again for not shooting him. :banghead: :barf: :rolleyes:

I swear, some people are alive only out of the goodness of others. :banghead:

[nvshooter]

Mid-April, 1995. I was going shooting and stopped at a local gas station to fuel up. I pulled up behind this Chevy van and put it in Park. I had to pull kind of close to the van to get my filler near enough for the hose to reach. My car rolled a few inches and just bumped the van against its chromed steel bumper. The driver, wearing a big handlebar mustache, blue satin baseball jacket, red baseball cap and looking like a younger Jim Croce, came bounding back, yelling that "if it's damaged, you bought it!" It was not damaged, but he was in full alpha-hotel mode. I pulled back and got out of my car. He looked for damage, but found nothing. He said he was going to call the police; I looked him in his crazy eyes and said "Go ahead, what will you show him? Call the State Police, too. Please." I then turned to pump my gas and ignored him. When I finished, I made to go inside and pay (in cash-- remember those days?). He had already finished paying and was on his way back out to his van. I passed him, still ignoring him, and concluded my business inside.

Before I went in to pay, just as I reached the door of the store and was about to enter, I heard him tell his fat wife to "get his license plate." I pay and come back out. Now he's being a total a**h*le. He's coming toward me, his eyes afire with a glint indicating he may want to mix it up. He tries to bump me with his shoulder and use that as a pretext to visit bodily harm on my person. I sidestep him, he lunges forward, and I keep walking to my car. He turns and follows me. Just then, his wife says something to the effect of "Leave him alone, Jimmy-- he has a machinegun in his trunk!!" I, in fact, had my Colt CAR laying on the trunk floor of my Mustang II hatchback. It had no magazine in it, under VA firearm transportation laws. My rifle would be clearly visible through the backglass to anyone standing at the back of my car, as you would be when copying down my license number. Jimmy got really nice and polite as soon as he heard the word "machinegun" issue from Fat Wife's lips and he then quickly apologized to me. Right then, the town police showed up and asked what was going down. Jimmy said everything was OK and there was no need for any cops. I, too, told the cops everything was cool and it came to pass in a few seconds that we all went our separate ways.

I went to the range forty-five miles away, spent the afternoon and on the way back, passed this dolt going the other way. I saw the van coming and wondered aloud if that could possibly be the same moron, messing up my life twice in the same day. I looked intently at the van and the driver as it passed. It was him. I gave him a long, evil-eye stare as we passed, verifying my suspicions. He looked over at me from across the median, too. I continued toward home, not looking back. Looking back on it a few days later, I surmised that this clown figured in a split second that if I had a gun like a CAR-15 (a "machinegun," according to his hefty heifer of a wife), I might just be willing to use it if I had to, as in the case of some idiot trying to bruise my sensitive skin. The moral of this true story is that in some cases, a gun need not be fired, displayed or even in the hand of its owner to deter a crime or prevent an assault. Take that, Feinstein!:p

[Foxtrot427]

heh tought Jimmy a lesson huh. So you lived in VA? Thats where I am. Where do you hail from? :D Any mods to your stang? What year was it?

[ball3006]

I went out to get the paper. Parked across the street and one house down, was a white car with a black guy in it. Later, I looked out and the car was still there and knowing the folks whose house he was parked in front of were out of town, I decided to do something. I walked out and moved the wife's truck out to the curb in front of the house. I then proceeded out to my truck with my cut down double barrel in my hand. I usually use a case. I looked directly into the guy's eyes and slowly climbed into my truck. I backed out and drove down the street and turned around. I pulled up behind the guy and he took off like a shot. I called the cops and reported it, type of car and guy's description. The cop told me they had been receiving calls that week about the same guy. His license plate was bent down so I could not get it. What was funny, the perp looked EXACTLY like the police chief, at the time, from an adjoining town.........chris3

[callgood]

Squirrels invaded my attic. I parked my car by the side of my house at dawn, turned on the morning news on the radio and ambushed them with my .22 and rat shot as they exited. Many died.

I hope that is as serious as it ever gets.

[Derek Zeanah]

When my wife got into med school we moved into our first house. It was in what was generally referred to as the neighborhood you wanted to live in, and we didn't notice that the realtor always drove in the same way -- a way that avoided the "row houses" and crack houses a couple of blocks away.

Turns out we moved into the part of town junkies found easy prey in -- we bought a lawnmower and used it once before it disappeared, as an example.

Anyway, one night we were asleep and I heard someone trying to break into the house. I woke the wife up, gave her the phone, told her what I was doing, and she locked the door when I went out. I was in hot pursuit mode, and was about 20' behind the 2 guys all the way to the woodline.

About a week later we started hearing the "fat nekkid white guy with a gun" stories -- I guess if you act serious and clearly took the time to grab your .45 but didn't take the time to put on your shorts, then you're judged "someone not to ???? with."

Didn't have another problem in that house for 9 months. :D

[Nitrogen]

A few months ago, I was sleeping on the couch, as I was snoring, and woman kicked me out of bed. I'm about 9/10 asleep when I hear a strange vibrating, buzzing-shaking noise. It sounded like someone walking around, using some type of electric screwdriver or drill.

So I grab my XD and a flashlight, and check on the woman. She's asleep, and the noise isn't coming from the bedroom. I close the door and check the other end of the house. It seems to be coming from the other bathroom.

I shine the light into the bathroom, and the noise doesn't stop. In fact, it seems to be coming from inside the shower!
I rip back the curtian to find the woman's electric toothbrush. It managed to suddenly turn itself on.

No shots were fired, as I was able to subdue the interloper with a minimum of hand-to-toothbrush force.

['Card]

Over the years I've lived in an awful lot of poor communities and so-called bad neighborhoods, but I'd never been faced with a truly bad situation until I moved into my current house in a relatively nice suburb.

My next door neighbor seemed like a normal guy, but he had a drinking problem. His usual method was to get plastered and then lay around on his back deck all evening crying about how no one understood him or loved him, yadda, yadda - the usual pathetic nonsense. He was quiet about it, and easy to avoid, so I coudn't honestly have cared less. About once every six months though, he would go on a nice bender and he and his wife would blow up on each other. It was always big fun for everybody. Screaming, yelling, glass throwing, the whole bit. Police would get called. He'd get arrested, she'd decline to press charges once everyone had sobered up, and that would be it until 6 months later.

So one night I'm sitting on my front porch smoking a cigarette and generally not doing much of anything. They start hollering and it goes on for awhile, and I can tell they're winding up for a good one, so I start to go inside to tell the wife she might want to plan on sleeping on the couch tonight. (you can hear the racket from our bedroom, which really bothers my wife, but has never kept me from sleeping) Just as I stepped through the door, I hear the neighbor's front door slam, and he comes walking through the front yard shouting about how he's had enough of her garbage, and he doesn't need this, and he's going to get his gun out of his trunk and "...take care of her &^%$# attitude once and for all."

As you can probably tell, the whole stupid situation had been nothing to me but a minor annoyance and a minor source of amusement up until this point. He seemed like a miserable person. She seemed like a miserable person. Seemed fitting that they'd be so good at making each other miserable. Needless to say however, that last statement of his got my attention.

My home-defense weapon was secured right inside the front door, so it was a only a few seconds before I had it and was slipping through the yard. Fortunately there isn't a fence between his property and mine, so he didn't see me coming. He had the trunk of his car open and was digging around inside when I got there, so I just eased up behind him, pointed the gun at his back and said "Jeremy, if there's a gun in your hand when it comes out of that trunk I'm going to ventilate you." He froze, and then rolled his head around so he could see me out of one eye, and it's a testament to how drunk and pissed off he was that he actually seemed to be thinking about it. I said "It's a double-barrel 12-gauge, Jeremy. The hammers are back. Do you want your daughter's last memories of you to be finding chunks of your spinal cord out there by the swingset?"

I could see him relax and give in when I said that, so I told him to ease his empty hand out of the trunk, and step away from it. He did, so I closed the trunk and told him to sit down on the curb. Then I yelled at my wife to call 911, and sat there with him until the police showed up.

He joined some kind of rehab deal after that, and was gone for a month or two. I've spoken to him a few times since he came back, but he's never mentioned that evening so I haven't either. He may not even remember it for all I know, and that'd probably be for the best. From what I've heard, he's stayed on the wagon and hasn't gone back to drinking, but he's still a jackass.

EDIT: Looking back on that whole situation now, there are probably some things I would have done differently, but it came out OK so I guess I'm not too torn up about it. Other than military experience (which is a whole different ballgame) that's the only time I've ever needed to threaten another person with a firearm. Oh, and it turned out that what he had in the trunk was some kind of 9mm that he'd bought from a guy he worked with two weeks before. The police never told me what kind of gun it was exactly, but they did say it matched the description of one that had been stolen from a guy about a month before. I never did find out if it was actually a stolen gun or not.

[Drav]

When I was living in an apartment, I used to keep my Mossberg 500 standing upright next to the bed, leaning against the wall between me and my alarm clock.

One night I woke up promptly at 4am, but it wasn't your normal wakeup call. It was one of those times where you go from dead log sleep to fully awake and adrenaline fueled in about .5 seconds. I didn't know what had woken me up, but I was out of bed with shotgun in hand in the next half second. I stood there for a moment listening real careful, watching both the balcony (I'm on the 2nd floor) and the front door. I checked the whole apartment and never found anything, so I reluctantly went back to bed but didn't fall asleep again for some time.

I found out the next morning that there had been a minor earthquake nearby at precisely 4am, and that was what had woken me up. That made me feel better, but if that earthquake had tried any funny business I was ready.

[aufevermike]

We had a moose and her calf hanging around for several days. It was actually born on my property, that was a neat sight in it's self. One time while I was outside admiring the little fellow the mom walked down to the drive and left it not 10 feet from my, I was right at the entrance to my house. The little bugger decided to try and get up on the deck but only slipped and ended up putting it's foot in a flowerpot. It let out a little cry and Momma was therein an instant but I couldn't understand why she would have left it in the first place, both knew I was there. So I just figured they were "used" to us bing there. I decided to dig a fire pit 20 feet from my driveway and my shed. The Mom and calf were about 50 yards from where I wanted the pit and were graciously feed on my trees. I had just otten the 5th shovel full and headed to the drive to spread it out to fill a few hole when something made me look back. Here she comes at a full run. I droped the shovel and headed for my shed which luckily I had left open. I could feel the ground shaking as I launched myself into it. I waited about a minute and drew my .45, not that it would have put her down but it gave me some piece of mind. I slowly peared out from the shed and looked for her. As I looked down on the ground I saw her skid marks from her hooves in the dirt where she stopped and my feet left the ground jumping tino the shed. She however was right back to where they were feeding like nothing had happend. So much for "used" to us being around. You just never know what wildlife are thinking.

[Biker]

Heh heh, I'll bet that Mama Moose wasn't the only one to leave "skid marks".;)
Biker

[nvshooter]

PM sent to you.

[High Planes Drifter]

Before Katrina, only once did I ever have to pull a firearm on a man. We were arguing and he pulled a pipe on me. I was standing in the doorway of my vehicle when he did this; I reached over my seat and handled my Sig 220. I aimed it at him and warned him that if he took another step towards me I would fire.

In the aftermath of Katrina I was involved in a firefight in my backyard at night. At least 4 looters were in the process of stealing gas out of my generator when we (myself and a family member) confronted them. At that point 2 of them fired at us with pistols. We fired back and they took off. My fence had been knocked down in the storm so it wasnt like they had to climb it to get away; it was just laying on the ground for them to run over. The next day we searched the ground over and found MANY blood drops. At least one of us hit at least one of them. It couldnt have been too good of a hit because we told the National Gaurd about it the next day, and they said they would keep thier eyes out for anyone who sought treatment for a GSW in the area; but they never got back with us. So I figure it either wasnt a very good hit, or the Gaurd dealt with them in another way. A one way helicopter ride 15 miles out of the mouth of the Mississippi River.

[Foxtrot427]

^^^ same to you

[V4Vendetta]

HighPlainsDrifter, you just re-enforced my belief that some people are like vultures. They prey on what they percieve as weakness.:mad:

[WayneConrad]

I was sitting in the livingroom watching a movie with my sweetie when our front door started to open. My pistol was out of its holster before I even knew why. Turns out I hadn't latched the door and the wind blew it open.

Sweetie says there's nothing wrong with my reaction time. Scared the wind so much it beat feet outta there.

[psychophipps]

I was asleep in the bedroom of my apartment in downtown Phoenix, AZ when I herad a weird sound like somehting heavy was being dragged acrossed my carpet. I stopped breathing while I listened and it was coming form the living room/entranceway. I picked up my escrima sticks from the side of my bed and crept from my room to see a medium-sized black man halfway through the window that was right next to my apratment's door. The window was a slider and sat just above the ground (yeah, I thought it was really dumb to put a sliding window there, too) so I put my Hugh Jass no-remote 1970s TV set in front of it with a solid oak TV stand to block it off.
This guy had just gotten his ribs past the edge of the TV stand by carefully sliding and tipping it and was resting with his gut being pinned between the window frame and the stand. Well, I was one him like a rabid pitbull using my escrima sticks in an attempt to remake the best death metal drum solo of all time. The funniest part was when he looked up at me as I bellowed like a wounded bull. His eyes got about five times bigger, his scab-lipped mouth popped wide open and he literally said, "This is gonna hurt..." before his world became random explosions of pain.
I called the police about ten seconds later with, apparently, a steely glare at my suspect and gave them the particulars. The dispatcher actually laughed when my perp tried to start wiggling around and I said sternly, "Mother****er, you move again and we'll start were we left off!" About ten minutes later a cruiser pulled up and two officers came to the front door. One smiled at me and said, "Well, you sure made our job easy!" before all three of us dragged out the TV stand so they could cuff the suspect.
The weirdest thing was that the guy, obviously busted, started screaming obsceneties at the officers and me once he was cuffed. They had to faceplant him into the brick wall of my apartment to get him pinned down enough to where they could get a good grip on him to haul him off. I followed the officers outside to the squad car with my sticks still in-hand, a 19-year-old with his first real crime and an honest curiosity about the officer's job.
We chatted as much as you can with a writhing, cursing drug addict in your arms when the suspect got a bit loose and stomped one of the officers in the groin. He bent over in pain as the other officer and I hopped on the supect again, his screeching reaching an almost insane fever pitch. The kicked officer got his wind a bit later, looked at my sticks, looked up at me significantly and then looked at his partner. They turned away a bit as I gave the suspect another few good belts acrossed his arms and back for good measure, thanked me for the help and they left with my hearty, "Any time, officers."
I can see, now, where they went a bit on the bent side and that's not good for a police officer. I can also now see that there is only so much that someone, even a police officer, can take before they get...tempted...by circumstance and it's just being human. I chalk it up one for the good guys with a bit of a twist for the badguys that I wouldn't allow now that I'm older.
Got a call a bit later from someone who said they were the suspect's lawyer but nothing ever came of it.

Mark(psycho)Phipps( HAHAHA! )

[Zach S]

Thankfully nothing serious, although could have been. Just a few people that have peaked through a window to see what looked like someone standing in a dark room with a firearm of some sort pointed in their direction. Not long after moving here the peekers were frequent enough that I brought targets home from the range and hung them up in the windows. Kept them away for a while.

Had a problem with a coon a while back, I cant get by with the SSS procedure since I live suburbia so we called the non-emergncy line for the sherriff's department and filled them in. They didn't send a car out, but animal control showed up about 5 months later.

[cookekdjr]

HighPlainsDrifter, you just re-enforced my belief that some people are like vultures. They prey on what they percieve as weakness.
Its true. I wish it were not, but I've prosecuted enough rapists, robbers, and serial killers to confirm that many people are just hyenas or coyotes...they follow around pregnant cattle just waiting for the baby to drop...:banghead:
In less than two hours I'll be meeting with a group of FBI agents to discuss the take-down of a number of child predators; you know, guys who make child porn and distribute it over the internet. We could save alot trial money with a few cents in cartridges, but it wouldn't be Constitutional. :)
Its ok. Our cases are VERY solid and these fellas all get the VIP treatment at the right prisons...

[V4Vendetta]

cookekdjr, I hope you win your case.:mad: People like that disgust me. They make my list of the top 5 types of people who disgust me.

1. Child pornographers. Need I explain?
2. Cheaters.
3. Thieves. A man who'll steal .50 cents from you will steal a million dollars.
4. Liars.
5. Hypocrites.

There are more but those are the top 5.

[Tiny in Ohio]

cookekdjr, I hope you nail their hyde to the wall. People like that deserve nothing more than immediate pain and suffering. I agree, the sentiment about a round between the eyes would be much cheaper, but I also know some ex-cons who say the child molesters wish they were dead once they get into the big house. I wish I had your constraint, as it would be hard to look at them in a court room and not take the law into your own hands right then right there.

[grimjaw]

I only have one home defense story, but I wasn't armed (didn't even own a gun at the time) and it wasn't my home.

Lived in a duplex on a block full of duplexes. I knew my duplex-mates well (couple and their children) and the people in the next duplex over (a woman and her two daughters). The woman previously living next door had a peeping tom that harassed her until she heard him one night rustling around, yanked the blinds up and in full light got a view of his face. ID'd for the police later and he went to jail (which happened down the street about two miles) for a few months. Peeping is a misdemeanor in North Carolina, apparently. The lady moved, but before she did she asked me to keep an eye out for anyone that might be snooping around her house. My former duplex-mate also had a guy stalking her at one time there. He was also caught (and deported, IIRC; exchange student, future lawyer, woohoo).

So I'm out one night on the porch with my duplex-mate's cousin, who is watching the girls while the parents are away. We're chatting amiably, and I see someone on the street corner, hanging out underneath some trees trying to avoid the street lamp. People don't do that kind of thing in this neighborhood, so I stood up to let him see he was seen. He walked the other way down the street after a few minutes. I mentioned this to the cousin, and said how happy I was to have the next door neighbor's dog Max around. Max would bark incessantly at the slightest intrusion into his domain (two houselengths in any direction he could see or hear). He never got used to us and would bark at the girls; they weren't allowed near him. He was large and vicious. But anytime someone walked through the back yards (no fences, this happened often), he'd light up the day or night with loud warnings. During this conversation, I see the suspicious fellow come back down the street and head the opposite direction, out of my view and towards the back of my block. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes, Max warns everybody. I told the cousin to go inside and make sure her back door was locked, and I went around the front of the house to go get my phone to call the police.

As I approached my front door, I happened to glance at the next door neighbor's house. Here was this guy, standing in the shrubs, staring between the blinds at something in the living room. I was very fond of that family, even pulled one of the daughter's first baby teeth, and I became very angry.

I headed that direction purposefully. He saw me and started to walk away hurriedly, towards the street. I asked him if he knew the lady that lived there, and he said yes, and then asked him why the expletive didn't he knock on her door. He kept walking, and I stopped at the street.

Cops were called shortly after, but I couldn't positively ID him, and they didn't find anybody anyway. The previous peeper was the culprit, the cops were certain but had no evidence. He'd been let out of jail shortly before and they knew about him. He lived near the prison, conveniently.

We never caught him again, and both sets of families moved eventually. There wasn't much I could do to him then except whack him with a stick. We got the motion lights working reliably and made a point to be outside and noisy at random times for a few months.

Wouldn't be a survival trait for him to be snooping in my back yard now.

jmm

[WayneConrad]

psychophipps, that's one funny story! I love it when the bad guy gets his. And what you said to the perp was just perfect.

[psychophipps]

Thanks for the props! :)
I had to keep any names out to make sure that nobody gets into trouble over the incident. It's been 12 years or so but those two officers might still be on the job there.

Mark(psycho)Phipps( HAHAHA! )

[pbmax]

I remember this like it was yesterday.
It was a Sunday afternoon in December of 02 or 03 (I already forgot) I was living in an apartment in the Philadelphia suburbs. I just took my 14 year old brother to the range, came home and wanted to get changed. I told him like I even tell my wife everyday" don't answer the door to anyone you don't know".

Anyway I was getting changed and my brother calls my name and says there is someone knocking at the door. I didn't think much of it went to the door and asked"who is it"? I didn't have one of those hi tech holes in the door so I could see who was on the other side. There was a womens voice in a tone of panic saying" It's your neighbor, it's your neighbor I need to talk to you" So I am thinking to myself, I've been here 9 months the neighbors have not said one word to me, all of sudden now she wants to talk" I immediately knew something was wrong so I replied "No, I don't know you, I am not opening the door". I waited a few minutes 3-5 called the police then decided that I wasn't going to be a prisoner in my place. I grabbed my G27 and G21 and proceeded to have my brother open the door while I had both pistols ready to go. He opened the door and nobody was there. That was a good sign, but now I decided to find this person. Went outside, looked inside the apartment building and nothing. Cops showed up about 20 mins later, they drove around and found nothing. Here is the kicker--

I found out the next day from my complex that a black female and male were going to different apartments and the women would knock on the door and when someone would answer the guy would push in and they would rob the tenant. Holiday season, makes sense that scumbags seem to prey on the naïve. I still think about what would have happened if my brother or I were to open that door and not take a second to think about the situation first.

I was telling that story to a co worker last week and he said that this type of thing is still happening. In almost happened to him last Christmas, but he opened the door with chain on it and said the women looked all drugged out so he slammed the door on her.

[the naked prophet]

This is my first post, but I've been lurking for about a year.

Anyway, I had just moved into a duplex a few months earlier. I had a view of the front door from my bed, keeping the bedroom door cracked. One night something wakes me up but I dont' know what. Another of those things where you're suddenly awake. I don't hear anything, so I look around. I see the front door... open. I can see the maroon outside of the front door standing open against the hallway wall. I see the streetlight flooding in from outside. Just as I'm beginning to process this, I see someone walk inside. First, I reached over to feel for my wife to make sure it wasn't her coming in through the front door - it wasn't. I reached over for my Browning Hi-Power .40 and my wife's Kel-Tec .32 which I hand to her. I told her I saw someone coming into the house. I try to find my cell phone on the nightstand (right next to the BHP) but it seems like it takes forever. While I'm doing this, I continue to watch the door. I see someone else come inside, and one of them go back outside. I tell her to call 911 while I covered the door, but she said she didn't know what to say and she didn't see anything. So I opened the phone and was immediately terrified at the huge flood of bright light that proceeded from the thing. Now my night vision is ruined, and anybody in the dark house got a great view of who was in the bedroom.

I start to dial, and each number is horrendously loud. I was sure somebody had heard it. We moved to the closet where we had a good view of the bedroom door, so we would have a good shot before they could see us. The operator asks for the emergency, and I say there's someone in my house. I also mention, rather loudly, that I have a gun and that it is loaded. Police show up in approximately 5 minutes (seemed like forever) and then the operator kept asking me what my address was, what the house looked like, etc. Turns out, the door wasn't open. And it was locked. I let the police in (from now on I'm keeping a door key, floor plan, and glow stick in the bedroom to throw out the window for the police so I don't have to go open the door for them). Nothing was missing. The door was locked and bolted.

The police were nice, and had very bright flashlights. I could hardly talk because I was shaking so bad. After they made sure there was nobody in the house, they tried some small talk, what kind of gun I had, did I like it, etc. But I was too freaked out to really have a conversation. Funny thing, I didn't start to shake until after the police got there though.

Turns out, the previous tenants had a grudge against the landlord, and didn't pay the last months rent or turn in their keys. The landlord had the locks changed by 9 AM. Should have changed them before we moved in, but he's been a good landlord so I didn't give him any crap.

[Foxtrot427]

woah. My heart was going.

[sm]

Being the eldest of 4 kids, not yet a teenager (12) I was babysitting the kids as mom had another situation to assist during the riots. Front doot brick-batted in - and very clearly the rioters made thier intentions known.

I retreived MY .22 nine shot revolver, and stopped an immdediate threat.

Had sibs under beds, in another far room ...

I have been other situations, be it home, office, or whatever.

This one is for the Brady Bunch, the "for the children folks" , for anyone that has ever said one cannot defend themselves or others unless they have the lastest greatest <name gun> and <name ammo>. That a .22 , especially a revolver, is NOT a HD weapon.

It was kept loaded always, it was MINE, and it was accessible to me and mom...not the sibs. Sibs were taught as we all were of the day about guns, and gun safety. None of .gov meddling.

That gun was waiting for me to be born, I first shot it at about 3, almost 4. I shot my first centerfire pistol - a Gov't Model of 1911 at age 6.

I wish I'd had a 1911 that night, I didn't , but I could for sure shoot that High Standard Sentinel. I had shot it a lot, and had taken small game with it.

Someday I will get another, as that one was stolen later on...sentimental, and for a lot of personal reasons.

[Foxtrot427]

wow. I can imagine you were the hero of the day.

[mbt2001]

uhhh

One night I woke up at about 4 am and looked out of bed at the window. At about exactly that instant I saw a shadow / outline of a guy walk right by the window. We had just moved into the neighborhood and were discovering that it was a little seedy, not a bad place, but everyone had a big dog and an NRA sticker. Anyway, I saw the shadow walk across the line and step onto the deck by the back door. I quickly grabbed my little snub nose .38 that I keep in my nightstand and opened the bedroom door and crouched down and watched the back door. I shook wife awake and told her to call 911 and she did. I was directing her from my vantage point kneeling with eye and gun on the back door. Right about then, the door knob rattles and I see the shadow standing right at the back door....

Now here is the funny part. When your brain is moving and processing data that quickly, it alters your state of thinking. I knew that I shouldn't shoot through the window, but to my surprise I actually said verbally (and loudly)....

"I SEE HIM. SHOULD I CAP HIM??" :what: The door quit rattling . Shadow disappeared. In my defense I had his head right in my sights and I sorely wanted him to be a very bad guy and wanted to explode that head... Must be all of the Viking blood in me or something... Usually I do not WANT violence, but for some reason I was having to really control myself from just going nuttz or something.

Police arrived and I met them at the front door after they had swept the area. They acted like I was an ??????? for bugging them.

Anyway, I took stock of my neighborhood and decided that everyone has a big dog, so I went a got a Boxer. Zip for problems thus far. So now I rate neighborhoods by how many "Dobermans" it would take to live happily there... Kind funny.

[Foxtrot427]

Damn. Shoulda done it hahaha! I cant blame you for shouting out.

[merk]

Its a home defense story, yes, but im very glad for the turn out.

I had my last spring break of my high school life last week, and the power just decides to go out for no reason. I get up and look out the window to see if anyone else is out and every house I see has power on(its a neighborhood with thirty or so feet between houses). I get a bit fishy(stories from this site have made me wary, especially that story earlier about the black woman and man that would force themselves in after asking for help) and top off my 20 ga(3 or 4+1, cant remember, brain fart :banghead: ) I quickly cleared the upstairs and decided to go into the basement to check the breaker(theres a sorta broken window right next to the breaker box). I set down the stairs, check the breaker(which was on, indicating power failure on the lines). I head back up stairs, clear the chamber and the mag tube, and set the shotgun back in the gun cabinet, and call the power company.


Thank god.


That 20 is frikkin unwieldy in that house. It was definitely a valuable experience.

[Double Naught Spy]

No actual defense, but proud experience. A few months after child #2 arrived, sleep cycles for my wife and I were not regular. Around 1 or 2:00 am, there was a crashing noise that did not fully roust me, but the beeping sound from next to the bed did. It was my wife getting our bedside 1911 out of the quick access safe, a light, and grabbed her phone. I asked her what was going on and she said, "Don't worry, I'll handle it." Not thinking clearly, I went back to sleep. She came back a few minutes later and secured the gun and said everything was fine.

I didn't think much of it until the next morning. We had a framed picture's nail holding it in the drywall come loose, dropping the picture and shattering the glass when it hit the floor. My wife said she had thought we had somebody possibly breaking in through a window.

I don't know about you guys, but it is pretty cool to know that home defense isn't just a one spouse event or just the manly head of household event. After discussing things and noting the 1911 isn't the most powerful of choices, we got a riflelocker. When the wife checks noises, she takes the Rem 870 these days. There is something special about seeing one's wife in a t-shirt on inside out, hair a mess, grabbing the shotgun from the locker, checking the chamber, and heading out the bedroom door.

[foghornl]

My funniest....

I came home and saw a shadow move accross the curtains inside my house...I lived alone then, with no GF/Spouse/Significant Other.

Found an open window, and I had picked up several of those D-Con brand "Fogging Bug Bombs" Four-Gone, IIRC. Latched the valve on a couple, and tossed them in, shutting window. :evil:

A couple of minutes later, bug bombs came out the window....OK, I'll Play..latched 3 more, and tossed them in, this time again slamming window shut, and holding it down. Also called the local PD on my cel-fone. Dispatcher was laughing so hard as I related the story, wasn't sure the call would ever get made to the patrol cars.

Anyway, about 5 minutes later, the PD showed up, just as the 'invader' came out the front door..Koff Koff Hack Sputter "Why did you gas me, man??" :what:

"Well, I just really didn't want to shoot you because with all the bug bomb, I was concerned it might 'splode my house."

Police were laughing so hard, it took them about 15 minutes to cuff the guy.

My original plan for the D-Con "Bug Bombs" was to clear out a building that had been taken over by some very angry stingy flying things...but they worked for a different type of 'house cleaning' :D :D

[Foxtrot427]

HAHAHA sweet. Id of thrown the can in then shot it.

[Technosavant]

foghornl, that's great. Nothing like a poor man's tear gas. :D

[entropy]

Many years ago, just before my Dad (a cop) went on vacation to Mexico, he warned me that a criminal whom he'd sent to prison was just released, vowing vengance, and gave me the description of him and his car, plate #'s, and said, "you know how to deal with it." Sure enough, couple days later his car slowly drives down our street a couple times. I decided it was a good time to clean my 742 while sitting in full view. I had my 6" Trooper MKIII loaded and ready to go next to me while I 'cleaned' my 742, which I also had a loaded mag for, by running a cleaning rod handle section into the bore. He made one last pass after seeing me there, and gave up his thoughts of vengance, never bothered us at all.


foghornl, too funny!

[armedandsafe]

I was sitting on the bed one evening, watching TV with my wife, when there was a loud THUD and the whole house shook. I jumped up and slipped into my bathrobe and snatched up the nearest hadngun. As I had been out cowboy shooting that day, it was a S&W in a cowboy rig.

When I got to the front room, my #3 idot son had let a couple of men into the house and was asking them how they had managed to drive their car into our house.:banghead: I promptly sat everybody down and told my son to call the police. He started to get up and one of the men put his hand on boy's arm and said "we don't need the police." Boy sat back down. :banghead: The other man, seated across the room began to curse in Spanish.

I told both men to calm down and again told my son to call the police. Repeat of first scene. I told the English speaker to be quiet and told the Spanish speaker to speak English. Then I told son to go call the police.

English speaker grabbed son and Spanish speaker lunged up from couch to charge me. Before he got fully to his feet he was looking down the barrel of the S&W, aimed right between his eyes and the hammer back. Son had, in the meantime, grabbed his man's pinky finger and tried to re-attach it to the guy's elbow.

Spanish speaker suddenly learned English,:neener: English speaker started to cry :evil: and son went off to call the police. :D

Both were deported and both were seen back in the neighborhood within a few months. :banghead:

Having spent some years in a neighborhood in which both the Crips and the Bloods were trying to establish turf, I have some others, but that one is one of the funniest.

Pops

[MadMag]

I was pleasantly surprised to find that training will payoff. We had one of those motel rooms that have outside doors. It was late and my wife was just going to sleep. I was watching TV with my back to the door. Then very loud pounding on the door. So hard you could see the door move against the hinges. My XD9 was in open suitcased beside me. In one smooth motion I had my XD in my hand (don't remember taking it from the holster) and asked who was there. Gun in hand was Just reflex action. Did not open door. Looked thru the peep hole to find a drunk who (I think) was confused about room numbers.

My wife said later that first she saw me with no gun, then in a flash it was in my hand. I feel better about the cost of the range time each month. Also, I guess old military training helped.

[DevLcL]

How bout one thats taking place as we speak? About 10 min ago there was an armed standoff in a parking lot directly across the fence from my back yard. I wont repeat what anybody said but it wasn't pretty. The guy took off over the fence and now many officers are searching the area, mainly my back yard! :what: Trust me I'm ready to go if this guy pops up. I'll repost in the morning to give an update.

-Dev

Edit: All is well, at least from my point of view. I'm still here! I don't know if they ever got him or what.

[pete f]

After first kid was born, Dog would wake me when my daughter started to roll around, getting ready for her 4 am feeding. This time tho, he was banging his head against the bed real quiet like but really insistent. I sat up and I noticed the hair on his back standing STRAIGHT up, like a Sargent Carter haircut from his nose to his tail. Bingo I was wide awake, 357 in hand. Dog is in front of window whinning now, I look out and can not see anything but I hear a creak and notice the garage light is out, it was on when I went to sleep. I crank open the window and I hear some more noise, I pop the screen and like a flash the dog is out the window, maybe three seconds and I hear " S*#T!!!! " and then a scream, and a form trying to haul my dog now firmly attached to his leg around the corner of the garage, and then a car engine rev wildly and the dog is barking...and tires screech out. Lights now go on up and down the alley. car screeches down the alley and off to the night. I finally get a pair of pants on and a mag light to go with my old dan wesson, and I run out, the Lab is sitting by the Garage door with a brand new Air Jordan sitting in his mouth. I look across the alley and the Lesbian who lived there is standing there holding a M9 beretta and I see the next door neighbor behind me with a 94 Winchester. Nice thing about living in a place like Minnesota, a lot of those you figure will be anti turn out to be seriously pro...PD shows up in about ten minutes maybe more, and promptly get their ass chewed out by the Wonderful L lady from across the alley, turned out she was a former DI and MP in the Army and decided that the local PD was unprofessional in the performance of their duties. I tell you she was a honor to her profession in knowing how to dress down someone.

One hour later I got a call from the PD that the shoe my dog had and another on the foot of a man who was getting treated for a serious dog bite to the buttocks and calf were a match.

Two months later I was sued by him for letting my malicious dog attack him.

One week before my lawsuit went to court, he was shot dead during a robbery of a bakery.



Much earlier in my life, I was 16 and spending the weekend at a good friends while my parents were gone. His parents were gone too, but his older sister home too. We were sitting around watching TV when their dog (a little yapper named muffin) started to act really wierd, he would run to the door and then back and whine, and then to the window and then back, we got a little unnerved and I got a big flashlight and he grabbed a softball bat. I just starting to look out the window real carefully, when a guys face was right there. We both just about had a heart attack and then he hit the window and it shattered. I screamed (Yup, I did, just like a little girl) I was trying to back up and get out of the glass and he was trying to get in when I heard a WhUMP sound and then another one. I looked up and the bad guy was not moving any more. I finally looked the other way and my buddy was standing their circling the bat up in the air like Roberto Clemente ready for strike three. His eyes were the size of cue balls as he looked at the guy daring him to regain consciousness again.

Guy was wanted B&E guy, when he was booked it was found he had taken some of the older sisters panties off the clothes line in the back yard. The two hits from the soft ball bat had rendered him a nonthreat to the world, he was a ward of the state from then on. He was unable to care for himself ever again.


Not me but my dad, When parents were first married, they lived in a second floor duplex, and Dad worked in a foundry nights while going to seminary. He would get a ride and would get dropped off at the end of the block at 1 am and walk up alley to back door. He got there and noticed a ladder blocking the back steps, looking up, he saw a guy trying to crowbar the window open. Dad grabs the ladder and just leans back pulling as hard as he can. Pulling that ladder away from the window.

Dad says that guy hit the ground flat on his back from about 15 feet up. Dad had just gotten out of college after wrestling AAU and before that on a Navy team. He was now putting in eight hours a day swinging sledge hammer knocking sand out of V-8 Ford blocks that had just been cast. I would say he was in shape. He grabbed the guy who was not feeling too good anyway and slammed him around a bit. My dad told him to sit still while he got some rope and the guy tried to get up and run. My dad said he grabbed the guy and did a perfect rolling souffle into a pile of bricks that was beside the garage. Dad then grabbed a brick and got a couple of licks in with that. Bad guy was then willing to sit still and wait for police to show up. Dad had picture of the guy at hospital and would show it to me when I thought I was man enough to tell him no.....Mom would say later she had no idea my Dad could get so upset. To this day, she has never heard him raise his voice to her.

Guy was wanted for Rape, attempted murder, and armed robbery. All the time dad was beating the crap out of him, BG had a old top break S&W in his pocket. I now have that gun.

Dad still has the BG's ladder.

[fish2xs]

There is something special about seeing one's wife in a t-shirt on inside out, hair a mess, grabbing the shotgun from the locker, checking the chamber, and heading out the bedroom door.


...did she come back with a pizza, a 6-pack, and two hot friends?

[Zero_DgZ]

Well, next to you guys my stories are pretty tame.

The only home defense I ever did was back when I lived with my old man. My room was ground floor, right above the basement door. The door was directly below the window that was next to my bed. A couple of steps went down so you could get down below ground level.

Well, that door's real old. The house was built in the 40's/50's housing boom, and most of the hardware on that place we'd since replaced - Including the front and side doors, the garage door, and most of the kitchen. But the basement door didn't get used much, and it was secured at the time with a chain lock (motel door style) and a mortise lock that was rusted solid. That door didn't open too well anymore. The handle would turn, but the mortise bolt kept it shut.

Well, I woke up to the sound of what I thought was something banging directly below me. "That's odd," I thought to myself. About 2:30 AM, according to the alarm clock. "That damn fool better not be doing laundry at this hour," I mused to myself, as the laundry machines were right next to the basement door, and basically right below my bed.

Thud. There it went again. It was August, and my side window was open with the screen in it. Sounded like it was outside.

Rolled over, rummaged around next to by bed and found my Surefire and my Mossberg. Heard something scuffle outside, then nothing but the peepers doing their thing outside.

Rummaged around some more. Found a shell. Felt like a three incher. Musta been some of that buckshot I bought the other day. Dropped it in and gave it a pump. Just then, from outside, I heard it: "Sh*t!" somebody said.

I got over to the window with my light and my gun in time to illuminate the receding backside of some guy trucking like I've never seen a man truck before through my neighbor's yard and over the fence.

I called the cops to tell 'em to look for someone's retreating backside in my area in a black knit cap, and the dispatcher agreed to send someone to have a bit of a drive around in my neighborhood. I told 'em he probably wasn't coming back, and if he did I had my gun at the ready, and I was going back to sleep.

I never had a problem like that again and I never did tell my old man about it because he was such a rabid anti-gunner. Still, betcha he'd be glad to know I had one of those evil black boomsticks to keep whoever it was from busting into his house.

[Foxtrot427]

pete f, those are some wild stories! I cant believe the idiot was about to sue you. Better off dead if he thought he could win that one.

[XDKingslayer]

As I had been out cowboy shooting that day,

How many did you bag?

[wheelgunslinger]

The only one I can tell about on the internet is when a guy jumped the fence, tromped through my yard, up onto the porch, and wiggled my doorknob.
If he'd come through that door, he'd have left feet first or I'd have left feet first. I had a Ruger p345 cocked locked and ready to rock.
I dialed the po-po, but they couldn't catch him.
The next day, my p345 stovepiped a bunch of the ammo I was intending to use for Personal Protection that night. So, I traded it. If my weapon had failed to work effectively during that sit., I'd have used a tomahawk or hoped he was another armchair UFC guy and busted him up.
Bad Sturm-Ruger, no more of wheelgunslinger's money for you.:cuss:

[Foxtrot427]

Ouch thats a scary thing to think about. Thakfully he didnt come in.

[dasmi]

Mom would say later she had no idea my Dad could get so upset. To this day, she has never heard him raise his voice to her.

You can only push a man so far. I am generally non-violent. I don't want to hurt anyone, I've never hit a girlfriend, or any woman, and I won't hit my wife, should I ever end up with one. But break into my home, invade the place where I sleep, hurt my family...that wakes up a side of me that isn't pleasant.

Moving on, my only home defense story wasn't really defense...
I was half asleep in bed one night, at about 1 AM.
I think it was 1 AM...anyway, I heard a really loud crash outside. I got out of bed, chambered by then-new Mossberg 500A, 7+1 :)
Slowly opened my door, and looked out across the front room. Nothing there, doors and windows intact. I walked across the room to the kitchen windows, looked out towards the drive, and saw a male figure near my truck. As I was watching, he turned and headed toward the house.
I quickly went back into my bedroom, and stood just inside the open door. This put me directly across from the front door of the house, at about 20 feet. Good shotgun distance. As the male passed by the front windows and into the porch light, I recognized him as the landlord's brother, who comes around often. He and the landlord have a shop in one of the out buildings, and he was dropping off a load of engine parts and 2x4s. The crash I heard was his load hitting the driveway. I tucked the shotgun behind the bedroom door, greeted him, and went back to sleep.

[wheelgunslinger]

Foxtrot427: "Ouch thats a scary thing to think about. Thakfully he didnt come in."

He tried. I had the door locked. If he'd put his shoulder into it, he'd have been in. He was running from a crackhouse a block away. It was a bad neighborhood. There's a lot more to the story, but that's the gist of it.

[Winchester94]

Didn't take place at home....but:

My Dad was breaking some horses up in Browning, MT, back in the 80s when this happened to him (as told to me).

Anyhow, the guy he was working for owned a bar up there on the reservation (Browning is a major city on the Blackfoot Indian Reservation), and he and the guy went in for a few drinks. My Dad used to have a old '69 Ford and was about to lock his Ruger .44 in it and go in when the bartender asked if he had anything valuable in the truck. Well, he had the pistol, and the bartender told him to bring it in so it doesn't get stolen, with the conditions being that the barkeep kept it behind the counter.

At any rate, my Dad is having some drinks at the bar when people start to show up. The barkeep had a door that opened when he unlocked it - thus he controlled who came in. You could open the door on your own though to go outside. So, a couple Indians the guy knew came up to the door and he let them in. No big deal. They are all having drinks and enjoying the night.

Later on, another man comes, and he looks ok - my Dad thought as he turned to see who was at the door, and the barkeep thought so too, and let him in. He goes over to a table near the door and orders a drink. So, my Dad remembers about 15 minutes later, another guy comes to the door. Now, the Indian who came in last was acting a bit shifty and nervous beforehand, and here is why: as the guy came up to the door, this fella jumped from his chair (my Dad said he saw him leap up and then my Dad turned his head to see what was going on) and open the door so some other guy in a clown mask could come in and pull a pistol.

So, we have the entry. The guy puts a gun to my Dad's head and demands money. Well, my Dad said he was about to cross the line where he urinates himself when he told the man to slow down, and that he was going to pull out his wallet. Not much else he could do.

While this was going on, one of the two Indians that came in earlier tried to jump him from behind (only got as far as a few feet though says Dad) and distracted the robber enough for the barkeep to pull out my Dad's .44 and shoot him twice in the chest.

Well, lets say he wasn't in a condition to rob anymore. The fella who let him in fled and his buddy was lying on the floor bleeding all over hell's creation.

About a minute later, the tribal police (or whatever) come and made everyone put their hands on their head, etc, while they got checked out. They also called for am ambulance and the guy who got shot was taken to the hospital. He lived believe it or not. This is after he was shot by a .44, loaded with my Dad's 300 grain handloads.

So, he ended up in the jailhouse for 8 or so years. The FBI got involved with the police and took my Dad's .44 as evidence.

My Dad left a few days later and came back to where we live now (Missoula, worst liberal city in MT). He never heard about his .44 till he contacted them and the authorities there made it "show up", but my Dad had to go to Browning to get it. My Dad.....declined. He wasn't about to risk his life again going up there, this time with people associated with this thug out and around. At least thats one of the reasons I was told.

So, after that, he never heard about the gun again. That is one of a couple of them he has told me.

He met and married my mom by the time he called the, and they called him back about the gun, and a few months later I guess, I saw the light of day. :D

Might not have if it wasn't for that .44.

There you have it - not really a home defense story (more a defense of a saloon - equally important), but it was definately a defense. That imo, is what counts.

[High Planes Drifter]

Good Lord Winchester ! Your Old Man hangs out in some rough spots !:eek:

[Foxtrot427]

Well this doesnt involved BGs or guns but it involved your truley and a lizard and happened 5mins ago. Yesterday there was a lizard (I dont know what kind. its brown and Im in northern VA) I got my cat to try and get it but it went and hid under a filing cabinet and I didnt see it again until this afternoon! I walk out into the kitchen and there my cat it looking at it while its backed into a corner. I shoe my cat away, poke the lizard which sends it running which freaks me out too and I throw a big plastic tub over him. After I can cool off and recover from the traumatic experience I push it along on the floor by pushing the unsidedown tub. I open the door, push the tub as close to the thresh hold as close as I can, then push the tub out and close the door really fast. I think Im in the clear when I look down and I see a damn lizard tail going back and forth at the bottom of the door! I go outside another door and see the lizard sitting in front of the door with its tail leading under it. I go back inside, get a broom, open the door ever so slightly and push the tail. I close the door again real fast and there is Mr lizard sitting there on the porch minus one tail. I call my cat up onto the porch and she is out there right now doing god knows what to Mr Lizard. I hate bugs, lizards, and snakes. :barf:

I think it might of been a Northern Fence Lizard

[mountainclmbr]

In about 30 years I have had 3 encounters, one was a home invasion that happened about 19 or so years ago in Melbourne, FL. I was single, out of college, good job, but living in an apartment complex since homes were not a good investment at the time and I really did not like living in FL. I had come home from the grocery store and put away all groceries. I was probably followed due to a fancy car, a black Porsche 944 Turbo. I soon heard my door jiggle and looked out of the peep hole. I saw a wierdo white skinhead with barbed wire tattoo around the neck that was doing a standing spasm in the hallway. I thought he was probably there to see the college students that lived across the hall, but he gave me the creeps and I went to the bedroom nightstand to get my loaded revolver, a Charter Arms 44 Special. As I entered the living room, really just planning to continue with my reading, the door was kicked in and the creep was charging me with outstreached hands and eyes that seemed ready to pop out of his head. This guy was medium build and about 6'2" and really crazy looking. I fumbled with the zippered leather case my revolver was in and finally got a center of head aim. No training, just looking at the crazy eyes and aimed there. He did not see it immediately, but just as I was pulling the last slack out of the trigger (double action pull) he spun around and ran as quickly as he had arrived.

I called the police to report the incident.

(ME) Someone just busted in through my front door!

(Police) Oh! are they still there?

(ME) No, He ran when I pulled my gun out.

(Police) Well, what do you want us to do?

(ME) I can give you a description so you may catch him.

(Police) Your gun was at a crime scene if we write this up it will be confiscated and you will never get it back.

(ME) What if he comes back and you took my gun?

(Police) That is why we are here.

(ME) I don't think anything happened then.

(Police) Thank you for calling.

The lack of concern by the police was deeply troubling to me. I had another where I came home abot 10 years ago (after I bought a house) and found someone had entered through a window by my back door by my detached garage. There was a Melbourne, FL police officer 2 blocks away in a typical speed trap location. I called 911 on my cell phone. Even though the speed trap cop was 2 blocks away, I could see him, I waited over 30 minutes with no response. I eventually cleared my house with the gun I kept in the car. It was over 1 hour when police showed up.

A few of the reasons I don't trust anyone else with my well being and safety.

[V4Vendetta]

Mountainclimber, that's insane.:fire: :mad: :cuss: As I read your post I'm glad I've never had to rely on the police for help from a thug. The police I've met in person seem rather nice so maybe the cops you called were just having a bad day. That doesn't justify their attitude.:mad: They don't want to protect you & you can't protect yourself.:barf: .

[Foxtrot427]

wow those are poor police performances. Thats awful. Im amazed you didnt take out that skinhead.

[silicon wolverine]

I live next to a reservation here in the great state of South Dakota and they have a saying:

Shoot, shovel and shut the hell up.

THey find an average of 10 bodies a year on the reservation nad maybe 1 in 100 ever has anything happen. Most are meth addicts and drug runners. Out here they dont worry about calling the cops.

SW

[Foxtrot427]

Bump. Its been a while. This was a cool thread to read.

[mountainclmbr]

About 8 years ago, a young engineer that reported to me asked to have a private meeting one morning. He wanted my opinion if he should report an incident to the government (we were working on sensitive government development contracts).

I will tell his story in chronological order. He told me backwards, most important items first, but hard to follow. He had received a phone call at work the previous day, his wife had an accident and had wrecked their Accura pretty badly. This car had fancy wheels and fancy stereo system. A towing company heard the police call and his wife let them tow the car.

My friend drives to get his wife and calls his brother-in-law who is a LEO in the city they live in. My friend tells his brother-in-law the story and lets slip the towing company name. The LEO says "They will be stripping your car by now". My friend picked up his wife and drives directly to the towing company. Sure enough there is a guy hanging out of the car removing the radio. The wheels are already gone. My friend calls the police, but the towing company says it is selling the parts because they were not paid for the towing fee yet! Finally, with police threats, they put everything back on and agree to tow the car to a reputable body shop. These tow company creeps were drooling all over my friend's restored 60's convertable muscle car.

Late that night my friend/coworker wakes up and sees light outside their bedroom door. He can see light under the crack under the door between the kitchen and garage. He opens a gun safe in their closet to get a .38 revolver and tells his wife to dial 911 (they had a 1 YO boy a the time). Then he goes to the door in the kitchen and slowly opened it. He sees one of the towing company creeps has come in through a window and is trying to hot wire his car. He got against the door frame and yelled to the guy to put his hands up and step away from the car. The guy jumped and started walking toward my friend. My friend yelled that one more step and he shoots. The guy keeps coming. My friend aimed at the ground for a warning shot, but shoots just as the burgler took another step and hit him squarely in the shin. The towing company creep falls and is just cursing up a storm. MY friend kept him covered and eventually had to get his wife to help duct tape him up, including his mouth.

The first LEO to arrive was the brother-in-law who heard the call and rushed to their house. A search found that BG had a concealed Glock. This was also strike #3 after two previous robberies, I think one was with battery against an elderly woman in her home and one was with attempted murder against a convenience store clerk. The BG was convicted and sentenced to life.

I told him, you can report this to our government contacts if you want. They will probably come down to take you and your wife to dinner.

[mountainclmbr]

I forgot to add, the first thing my coworker said in our meeting was "I capped a guy last night". Talk about an awkward moment not knowing any other details yet!:eek:

[evan price]

When I was a bachelor going to school I lived in what they call a "garden" apartment with a room mate. It was a single floor two bedroom, with a big living room/dining room/kitchen area, a bathroom, and two bedrooms. Kind of a two bedroom studio. We had the second floor, so we had an actual deck. There are 4 apts in the building, 2 up 2 down., and the stairs are ina hall you have to go through the outside door into the vestibule to get into.

Well, I worked 2nd shift, got home about midnite, my roomy worked 2nd and got home about 1 am. He left after me.

This one night I get home, walk up the stairs, and discover our apt door wide open. No lights on. WTF! I kept a Glock 21 hidden in the coat closet by the door so I grab it and start walking through, clearing the bedrooms, bathroom, closets, etc.

I had closed the front door behind me (it squeaked really loudly) but not locked it. As I was coming out of the bathroom and going down the hall to the front room to clear the kitchen I heard the front door squeak. I moved quickly that way with G21, turned corner, shouted "Don't Move!" and pointed gun right into chest of...

My room mate.

He'd gotten off work early. Came home early. Door wasn't locked so he walked right in. Eyes were as big as saucers and was white as a sheet.
Turned out he'd had to carry a lot of stuff down to his car to take to work, had left door open, meant to go back up and close it and forgot to do it. It had sat open all day. Nothing was missing.

[lamazza]

Years ago when I llived in Florida, I came downstairs in the middle of the night because my wife 'heard something' .I saw a guy trying to push my sliding glass door up and off the rail,trying to get in, I imagine. I slowly walked toward him keeping him in my sites with my 9mm. LOL when he saw me approaching with my gun aimed at him I thought he was going to wet his pants. He ran away faster than any olympic athlete I ever saw.
I didn't report it and he never came back.

[evan price]

I was working on my "new" car, a 1984 Toyota Celica hatchback with frameless windows, in the parking lot of my apt complex. The area was starting to decline with Mexis and druggies rolling in what was once a nice place to live. The neighbors didn't like me taking up parking spaces tearing cars apart so I relegated myself to the ones way out there behind the Dumpster. So I had just finished replacing the timing chain, was sitting in the car letting the motor warm up with windows rolled down listening to the radio. I kept a Glock 19 beside the seat in those days. I was in condition white, relaxing. Suddenly, somebody literally Dukes-Of-Hazzard jumped through the open car window on the passenger's side and dropped into the seat beside me. I had the Glock pressed directly into their neck in like .002 seconds later, yelling something that sounded like "Yaaargh!" I was told later.
Turned out it was a friend of mine who lived in the same complex, he had walked over to see what I was doing, found me not at home, was walking back to their apt and saw me in the car and figured, wouldn't it be funny to surprise me?

We were both surprised all right. It was decided, that doing that sort of thing was not a good idea, and would not happen again.

Lucky Glocks have such a long trigger takeup.

[evan price]

Same apt, a different night. The single older lady who lived downstairs had a boyfriend, he drove a flashy new bright red Cadillac Eldorado with chrome wheels, a nice stereo and gold emblems. They were late 40's or so of age. He was one of those boyfriends who only visited on weekends or holidays. You know the type. He annoyed the downstairs neighbor because when he visited he ganster-parked blocking both of their parking spaces. You know, that kind of jerk. Not my problem. I wasn't dating him.

I hadn't seen him around for several months. This one summer night I had windows open enjoying a breeze without paying for A/C, when I hear a lot of yelling and a >CRASH<. Looking outside, I see Mr Eldorado standing on the sidewalk yelling at his girlfriend, the downstairs lady. His car is parked right behind hers like he followed her home or something. She has dropped a big bag of groceries and I see more in her car trunk. He is shouting at her the usual stuff, "I'm sorry give me another chance, I love you, don't shut me out," you know, the desperate post-breakup begging.

She tells him to leave, she does not want to talk to him. Just please leave. He yells at her some more and she breaks and runs into her apt, slams door behind her. He starts after her then starts screaming at her.
I figure, might as well call cops if this continues. Go out to living room to pick up cordless phone, just in case. My slider is open and my deck is right over her patio so I hear clearly, he jumps over the bushes around her patio and starts kicking the slider. "B*TCH LET ME IN I AM NOT LEAVING! I'LL F-ING KILL YOU YOU G-D WHORE! YOU DON'T LEAVE ME EVER!" Et cetera... the usual BS that you see on Made-For-Lifetime movies. I go to pick up phone, look over edge of deck, see he is trying her windows now. Discover, cordless phone is not on charging stand??? WTF, room mate left it somewhere again??

Just as I start looking I see out of the corner of my eye down below, something moving fast, then >wham!< he swings a tire iron at her sliding door. It does not break. I shout down to him to knock it off I am calling the cops. He yells at me to mind my OWN F-ing business and go back inside before he busts my head in, and waves the tire iron.

Now I have had enough!

He leaves the patio area then goes around to the front of the building. To get to her apt door he has to go into the vestibule where the stairs up to my apt door are. I hear him start kicking her front door in, yelling more of the same stuff as outside, and he still has the tire iron.

I had my Colt .357 King Cobra 4" stainlesss ready to hand and opened my front door and stood in the doorway. I kept the gun concealed behind my back and tell him to leave the area now. He looks up the stairs at me and starts climbing towards me with the tire iron. "You're probably f-king that b*tch too?" He asks me, and at that point I say, "No, but you best get out of here, I called the cops."
He says, "I'm not afraid of you," and swings the tire iron at the metal stair railing, with a loud >KLANG!<. It was then I let my right hand swing down with the Colt clearly visible.
"Get the hell out of here," I said calmly, "Or the cops won't be arresting you, they'll be carrying you out of here."
At this point he has climbed ALMOST halfway up the stairs to me. He stopped, looked at the gun, looked at me, and you could see the thoughts going through his head, could he rush me before I got a shot off... Without pointing the Colt at him I thumbed back the hammer (>klick<).

He backed down the stairs and left, toasted his expensive Michelins in the parking lot for about a 30-foot burnout.

Cops showed up about 10 minutes later. They never came to my door. Lady downstairs told me later, he was frightfully jealous. Thought she had been cheating on him with a co-worker(she hadn't) so had broken up with her...turns out they worked at Nationwide insurance company together & he liked to drink. He had seen her at the grocery store and followed her home and had tried to run her off the road. She thought she had lost him in traffic and by driving past the police station but of course he knew where she lived.

I never saw him again, he wound up taking a transfer out of state she said. I moved out of that apt later that summer. Right after the drug dealer moved in across the upstairs hall and his customers would get confused and knock on my door at 4 am looking for a fix.

[crofrog]

and open the door so some other guy in a clown mask could come in and pull a pistol.

Never have cared for clowns...

[Puppy]

Our Home Invasion 01-03-05 (condensed).

1. Someone "jiggles" the knob & then knocks on our front door.

2. I go draw my pistol from its holster & answer the door with gun behind my back.

3. Some stranger asks for a neighbor of ours who lives a couple houses over (the neighbor he is inquiring about is black, so there is no confusing him & I).

4. I tell stranger where to find who he is looking for & start to close the front door.

5. As I am closing the front door the stranger throws his weight against it & attempts to force his way inside.

6. I am unable to physically prevent the intruders entry into our home.

7. Once inside the intruder turns to close door behind him, (I can only assume to prevent us from escaping) & while he is occupied closing the front door I quickly stepped back out of intruders arm reach, take up a modified weaver stance & activate the Crimson Trace Laser Grips while disable'ing the Colt's safety.

8. Intruder turns back around to see .45 pointed at him with red dot in center of his chest.

9. Intruders entry is halted, his hostile actions cease immediately.

10. My wife frantically calls 911 while clutching our two year old child in terror.

11. I order the intruder to leave our home.

12. Intruder slowly re-opens our front door & then runs outside.

13. Police arrive & take report.

[Whitewolf 508]

The first house that my wife and I bought was in a neighborhood that left something to be desired. We were unaware of how bad it was when we bought in because some of the major players had not gotten out of prison yet.

One evening around twilight, I was laying on my bed reading when I heard a footsteps in the driveway next to the bedroom window. I went out the backdoor with the shotgun in hand. When I came around the corner, I saw someone trying to pry open the bedroom window. I racked the shotgun to get a round in the chamber. The person froze and I smelled an awful odor. The sound of the shotgun being pumped mad him defecate in his pants:evil: Better than ex-lax. It turned out to be one of the neighborhood kids. I kicked him in the tail and let him a go. I called the police but they never showed up.

A year later, I came home from work after midnight. As I got out of the car, I heard a noise behind me and whipped around with my PPK/S in my hand. The person was close enough to me so that the muzzle of the gun ended up right on his nose. It was the same kid and the same result was produced. He stammered that he only wanted a cigarette. Again, he got a kick in the butt and again the police never showed up.

Several months later, he broke into someone's house while they were eating dinner. He was beaten to an inch of his life by the father and four brothers. Then instead of calling for the police, they called an ambulance. The police then showed up and were very nasty that the family did not just detain the kid (16 years old). The father said that they tried but he "resisted". They were given the option that if they did not press charges for the break in, he would not press charges for beating him. (over use of force). They chose not to press charges.

The kid ran away and joined a travelling carnival. He was leter arrested for a series of breakins down in Virginia and was sentenced to many years away. We moved a year later after another neighbor kidnapped a gas station attendant, tied him to a tree and shot him to death.:cuss: :cuss:

[Srigs]

Puppy, Glad you and your family are alright.

Would you have changed anything in hind sight?

Here in Minnesota, you do not have to retreat when in your home. He already completed a felony and you are in imediate fear of your famlies lives. So, Step 7 for me would have point and shoot. The guy would be to close to me not to shoot him (within 21 feet) with out him able to attack me.

Thank you for sharing again!

[Puppy]

Srigs,

We devised a household policy after that incident: if we aint expecting company, we aint answering the door.

[1911 guy]

It was a Sunday morning, I wasn't feeling so hot and elected to stay home from church. The neighbors dog had charged my wife a time or two and the knucklehead and his wife were warned that their pooch had run out of second chances, to keep it tied up. 12 ga. leaned against the back door due to knuckleheads and their dog.

So I'm laying in bed feeling not to good, hear the back door open and close as the wife leaves, our one year old son in tow. I hear the dog start up and a naked me does a Jesse Owens impersonation down the stairs to the back door. I got the "real" door open, but just shoved the shotgun through the glass of the storm door. Shot the dog twice with turkey loads, 1 3/4 oz of #4's. Dog is dead, I'm naked, son is screaming, wife is shaking, neighbor comes out of his house all ****'ed off. I'm actually looking for a reason to drop him, at this point. He says he's calling the cops, I tell him don't bother because I'm gonna do it myself. He goes inside, I tell wife to either get in or leave NOW because I'm not sure this jackass isn't getting his own pea-shooter. She opts to leave, I stand in back yard nekkid with a gun until she's out the drive.

Cops come, ask where the dog is, I get it out of trash can (heavy bugger, a pain to put in and get out). Cops write a ticket to the neighbor for violating Ohio's leash law and not having tags for the mutt. Then they wrote ME a ticket for discharging a firearm in town! :cuss:

[Borachon]

About a week later we started hearing the "fat nekkid white guy with a gun" stories -- I guess if you act serious and clearly took the time to grab your .45 but didn't take the time to put on your shorts, then you're judged "someone not to ???? with."

I never underestimate the power of flab to terrify people in our society now. :D
The Timid act like the stuff is going to leap off me and infect them. :)

[V4Vendetta]

"Cops write a ticket to the neighbor for violating Ohio's leash law and not having tags for the mutt. Then they wrote ME a ticket for discharging a firearm in town!"


At least the dog's owner got fined. Not trying to intrude & feel free to tell me to shut up, but did you pay the fine or did a sane judge tell the cops to get lost? What type of dog was it?

[Srigs]

Puppy, Sounds like the same plan my family uses. Thanks for sharing.:)

[Tiny in Ohio]

Puppy, not to sound like a commando, but if they are in your house they are fair game. With a 1 year old in the house, an intruder would be a corpse in no time flat. Protect your family for all you are worth, they are the only one you have. Glad all turned out all right, hopefully there is no next time, but if there is, shoot to stop the threat.

[Puppy]

Tiny,

I am very happy that I was able to control the situation without having to discharge my weapon.

But make no mistake about it, I would have killed him without hesitation, had I needed too.