[Hot brass]

I have had a gun pulled on me before and it was scarry. Then I got mad. When I came back the trash was gone, thank GOD:o
I won`t go into details.

[mgjohn]

Yes, a couple of diffrent times. Didn't like it, and did something about it.

[bad_dad_brad]

Only once. It was a cop. A misunderstanding. I didn't hold it against him considering the situation, but believe me, it scared the crap out of me.

"Put the cell phone on the ground!" Oh yea. Yes sir! 1-800-EAT-DIRT. The phone still works by the way.

[inthefork]

Never had a gun pulled on me but had a large knife put to my neck......It didnt scare me at the moment, but later I got the willys:what:

[Nathaniel Firethorn]

Had a rifle pointed at me once. Dirtbag kid up the street.

In retrospect, I should have filed a charge of assault with a deadly weapon. But it would have been my word against his.

- pdmoderator

[SunBear]

Yep! MId-70s...all night shift at a gas station. Some kind of small blued automatic. Guy was drunk looking for a lady who worked at the station. I had put my Ruger 357 Blackhawk in my car 'cause it was a warm night and that is all that saved his life 'cause he was sitting in his car and I was behind cover and would have killed him if I had the 357 in my belt. It was a MIRACLE and I'm glad he lived to drive away. I saw him two weeks later at the movies with his kids. I'm never without a pistol. Rule #1. Happy trails.

[geegee]

I got shot at once while bouncing in a bar. I was in an alley with my partner and a couple of guys we had just thrown out. It was kind of dark when my partner yells "He's got a gun!" We must have looked like two of the Three Stooges trying to squeeze back through that door at the same time the gun was fired. My quick feet even surprised me! :what: geegee

[blades67]

Yes. Always leaves me with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach after the situation is resolved.

[BozemanMT]

I've had a gun drawn on me three times

#1 Back in high school I worked as a cook at Zang's Brewery.
I worked Friday nights, sat nights and Sunday open to close (30 hours a week, ugh) So, Sunday the alarm would go off at like 7am and I could open the door (I had a key) anytime after 7. One Sunday morning I go off to work I open the door, go inside, grab my apron and go into the kitchen. I need to get everything warmed up, so I'm turning on the grills and such And we had
this old oven, it would never light up, you always had to lean down on your knees and light the burner. So, I'm in the kitchen, on my knees head in then oven, lighting it and I hear Chink chink (the sound of a shotgun being chambered) :what:

What cha doing there boy? Says the nice Denver PD guy.

Oh course, I pretty immediately had to go change my pants. :) He scared the $hit out of me

Apparently I had opened the door before 7am and the alarm was still on.
Oppps Never did that again



#2 Graduated college (somehow) working as an assistent slave for Slave On drug stores on a remodel crew. Working in downtown Santa Anna (scary) and one day this guy comes in and says "did you tell so and so (a girl on my crew) to work harder. Yeah, i said, i did. He pulls back his jacket to reveal his pistol (no idea what kind) and says "don't do it again" and walks out. that was the beginning of the end of my SoCal adventure

#3 Not 3 weeks later I"m driving north on the 5 through Pendleton and we were going along pretty good (California freeway after all) and this guy apparantly takes exception to my driving and pulls up next to us (why can people only go faster AFTER you pass them) and waves his Beretta at us. Shoulders, floored, you name it, I was GONE. old 80's Rabbit GTI doing 110 up the 5. Never saw that guy again. That was the end of Brian's SoCal adventure

[amprecon]

Two buddies and I had two sheriffs deputies and a town cop pull their guns on us. We had gone down to a popular gulley in a park in CA with shotguns and pistols to just plink around. There was an old shot-up car and a bunch of broken down household appliances that were also being used for "fun".
We parked along the paved road and were in our trunks accessing our cased weapons when a park ranger pulled up next to us and asked what we were doing and we told him. "We're just going down here to shoot some targets." His reply was "Okay, just be careful." And he left.
Well, we were down there with earplugs in just having the times of our lives, and during a break in the shooting I faintly heard some shouting, I looked at my buddies and they were reloading and not talking, so I looked around and saw the LEO's pointing their pistols at us and yelling.
I had a Glock 21 in my hand at the time and turned to get the attention of my buddies, needless to say we all slowly put our weapons on the deck and pulled out the earplugs to hear what they were yelling about. We went through the whole routine, questioning, serial number tracing, background checks and were released. To make a long story short, after it was all said and done I was mad about the whole thing, didn't like being a target.

[roscoe]

A couple of times:

In the 80s I was a process server during summer break and someone displeased with receiving legal notification of a lawsuit chased me down his front walkway with a shotgun. I ran down the street ducking between the parked cars and couldn't return for my car for a half hour.

More recently, working in Ethiopia I have had a few run-ins with tribes hostile to those working with our palaeontology group. Twice we were ambushed by a group of tribesmen. Everyone out there has an AK-47 complements of the Soviet Union airlift in the mid 1970s. There is nothing like staring down the barrel of an AK-47 when you are stuck in a narrow gulley in a truck. I was looking down at my notebook and didn't even realize anything was wrong until all our tribesmen racked the charging handles on their Kalashnikovs and piled out of the truck to start firing. It was the classic Mexican standoff until cooler heads prevailed. The fact that the other scientists and I were there was probably the only reason shots were not fired, since these groups shoot each other all the time. The government there has been known to send in the federal troops, who are not exactly easy-going, if the tribes cause too much trouble for the scientists.

Incidentally, range was essentially point-blank since they jumped out of the bushes as we crawled along in the truck. We had a couple other confrontations, but usually at a couple hundred yards or more and when on foot, so I felt more able to take evasive action.

That field season the killings were pretty bad and several scientific groups working only a couple of hundred kilometers away were chased off their sites. To my knowledge no scientists have ever been killed there, but I am still having a hard time getting a life insurance policy for when in the field.

[Tamara]

Once when I was minding my own business (carjacking attempt).

A few times while I was at work (repossessing cars).

[DigMe]

I was shot at once by a shotgun, I think a .410, as I was jumping a barb-wired fence in the country with friends when I was very young. That was scary.

brad cook

[agony]

I was fired upon once during my misspent youth.

I was held up once with a pistol-wielding bum in Providence Rhode Island ( I noticed he held his finger off the trigger, and had a Davis .380)....if I weren't accompanying a young lady home late that night I would've done something stupid...

I've had guns pointed at me a couple of times by cops during traffic stops. This was scarier than the other times aformentioned.

[makdaddy03]

Yes and have been shot at 3 different times.

[geekWithA.45]

Once:

When I was 4 or 5, we were getting in the car to go to church on a sunday morning. Some damned idiot shot the car window out with either a pellet or a .22 from the woods. My older sister threw me onto the floor and covered me (we raise em brave in our family) while dad went charging through the brush like a bear. He didn't catch the teenage punk, who ran like hell.


A Maybe:

OK, ya'd think a guy would know if someone pulled a gun on him, ya'll be the judge. I'm 17 or 18, working a convenience store. A fellow comes to the register, asks for smokes, and drops $3 on the register. With his hand in his pocket, he says, "I've got a gun, are the cigarettes free?" I hand him his change, close the till, and tell him "Nope", with a big smile. The fellow blinks, and leaves. I sicced the cops on him, just in case he DID have a gun, and had thoughts of round 2. My guess is what I told the cop, "I didn't see a gun, and I really doubt he had one, but you never can tell for sure, and if he really wanted to rob the place, he sure went about it in a half assed way. Had he actually pulled one out, I'd have let him clean out the whole store. He went thataway on foot."


Attempted mugging:

TFL & THR folks have heard this one before, and it gets shorter with each telling. ;)

While heading to my car in a Philly parking lot at night, I was approached by a wary fellow spewing some line of BS, who was clearly looking for me to provide him an opportunity to close with me the moment I took my attention off him. (See mugging dynamics 101) Fortunately, my inner alarms clanged up to yellow when he rounded the corner, and red when he started his patter. The result was what I call a dynamic stalemate. I couldn't get to my driver's door without turning my back to him and I wasn't taking my eyes off him for a second. After a minute of telling him to go away, I figured the only way to break the stalemate was to get my boken out of my trunk, and show him I meant it, but I couldn't hit the lock with the damned key without looking at it. Fortunately, a friend drove up to check on me from the other end of the lot. He stepped out of his car and reached under his jacket. The would be mugger fled, saying, "I ain't messing with no gun!".


Moral of the story:

I'm a normal guy, who doesn't go looking for trouble, but if you start asking around, you'll find that trouble finds most folks at least a couple of times as we do our life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness.

[Carlos]

I'm a normal guy, who doesn't go looking for trouble, but if you start asking around, you'll find that trouble finds most folks at least a couple of times as we do our life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness.

Well said. ME too.

OK, once. Was in the military back in the mid 70's. After our evenings out, we usually drove in the back gate of the Fort with no problems, hoping to avoid the MPs at the front gates, and it was quicker.

We come ripping through on this gravel road at highway speed and see MP jeep up ahead checking out an abandoned car.

The MP signalled for the truck I was riding in to stop. I was riding in the bed with another soldier. The driver kept on going, flooring it, up this gravel road. . . :(

In horror, the other dude and I saw the MP draw his .45 and at best got it 90 deg from us and we were gone. That was fun. :(

Never did see any headlights behind us the rest of that night. Whew. I was 19 at the time.
:what:

[QuarterBoreGunner]

yes... it sucked.

But the bad guy won't see free air for another 45 years...so I guess everything works out ok.

[OEF_VET]

Twice.

First time, I was at a party about 12 years ago, during my days of gun-safety ignorance. Or more correctly, my dumba$$ days! The guy who lived in the apartment we were at was showing a couple of us his 1911 and his .270. I started explaining to him the difference between hollow points and ball. He apparently decided he didn't like what I was saying because he raises the 1911, points it at me, and says he'll show me a hollow point. Lucky for me the gun wasn't 'cocked and locked' and I knew the difference. I rather quickly left the room, grabbed my buddies, and took off for more friendly surroundings.

Second time, some friends and I drove to a house to pick up some female friends who were at a party and wanted to leave, but were being stopped by several guys there. Two friends had already gone over, but some dude mistook my friend for someone else and kicked his car. My friend didn't take that well, but decided it was better to retreat temporarily and come back with more friends. About 6 or 7 of us drove down and had a few words with the guys at the house. One of them tried to threaten us with a bat, a shovel, and even a lawn chair, all of which were taken from him. As we were leaving, I saw what looked like a 4" barrelled revolver in one of the guys hands, held at his side. We left (with the girls), and a little while later the guys brother came to where we were to apologize for his younger brothers stupidity. We told him he was lucky we were driving away and the kid hadn't brandished while we were there. If he had, there's no doubt one of my friends would have killed him. (This was prior to me getting a CCW.)

Lessons learned: 1) Alcohol and guns DO NOT mix. 2) Don't go looking for trouble, you may just find it.

Frank

[Gordy Wesen]

I got too close to the Chinese border once and had a Chi-Com brandish his rifle to keep me clear.
Earlier in college I was set up by some friends. They told me so and so was out for me because I'd been oogling his girl (not true). I sat in a friends room discussing the solution when the fellow kicks the door open, raises his 12 g and fires. Flames, smoke and a bang with a corresponding lurching of my body...and everybody started laughing. He had removed the wadding and pellets leaving only the primer.

[Captain Bligh]

Twice. Once as a CPS worker I was investigating a child abuse complaint. A guy took offense that I should ask questions about his beating his child senseless. He invited me to leave his house at the end of a gun barrel. I took his suggestion--and later his kid.

Fast forward 20 years. I am working late in my office--about midnight--long after everyone else had gone home. A person in a building adjacent to me saw me through the window and called me in as a burglar. I was walking down a dark hallway, too lazy to look for the light switch, when an LEO stepped out of the shadows with a gun drawn down on me. I showed my ID and that was that, but I tell ya it was a cardiac stress test if there ever was one. It made quite an impression on me, because in the first situation you always expect trouble. The second deal was totally unexpected.

RJ

[Kenneth Lew]

Yes, several times.
Once, during an attempted carjacking.
Once, while robbed.
Once, while removing someone vehicle (they were at the bar) on clearly marked and signed private property.

Kenneth Lew

[keyhole]

Gordy-
Sounds like someone needed a severe whuppin for that.


Been copping, and other stuff for 18 years now. Pulled mine a lot, and never had anyone pull theirs on me.


Never had problems with guys target shooting in the dumps though. Usually knew them.

[Moparmike]

I sat in a friends room discussing the solution when the fellow kicks the door open, raises his 12 g and fires. Flames, smoke and a bang with a corresponding lurching of my body...and everybody started laughing. He had removed the wadding and pellets leaving only the primer.

Ok, please remember I am quite young, and while not a violent person, can 'forget' common sense once in a while.

If I had been you in that situation, after every one was laughing, I would have gotten up and beat the holy living $4|7 out of him with the shotgun. THen ask him how he feels about being the victim of improper use of a firearm.:banghead: :cuss: :fire:

But like I said, that would be something I did in a rage, not with common sense and rational thought:).

[brownie0486]

Tamara, repo work? Did some of that for a few years. Had a few pulled on me during those times as well, didn't like that work much.

Serving warrant, had the guy at the front door produce a small auto and threaten both of us, pointing between us.

We calmed him down quickly and retreated. Came back with more and he went quietly as well as facing more charges.

Gordy Wesen: Had a numbnut do that to me with a pistol at a party with a blank when I was 21 years younger. About dropped the heart on the floor when he just walked up without notice and fired. Had powder burns on the shoulder [ I was moving laterally as he fired ].

He was laughing with the rest of the "boys" at my expense. They had bet him he couldn't walk up and shoot me in the chest. I had just returned from anti-terror training and had shown a few one particular move. The boys thought it would be funny [and I think they wanted to see if the technique worked. ].

After the "rush" and I calmed down physically from the adrenaline dump and shaking he found himself on the wall in a pretty nasty choke while I explained he would not be in my future plans and to stay away from me or else.

I'm never amazed at how many people can be outright stupid with a gun.

Brownie

[280PLUS]

where else?

drunk first shifter (actually nicknamed bubba) comes in with his 30/30 lookin' for the second shifter who owed him a little $

i'm the first one he see's so he points it at me and asks where (dont remember his name) is

i said, "don't you point that thing at me" and he raised the muzzle

i was unarmed

i told him i didnt know and just walked right past him and headed for the nearest phone.

the intended victim(?) caught wind of all this and skeedaddled out the back door and disappeared

so bubba made his way back out and headed on home.

still mad and with no money

then his wife (whom we called Mama) took his guns away

so then some wiseacre scribbles a little graffitti "bubba's got a gun" a twist on the aerosmith song, on the wall near the time clock

and some other wiseacre scribbles underneath it "but mama took it away"

he got himself off the hook by claiming it was a bb gun

and everybody loved bubba cause he was a good guy, and had been at the company forever, so,,,

that was the biggest bore i've ever seen on a bb gun, and i got a real good look

it finally came to be known as "the large caliber bb gun incident"

i'm glad it turned out to be a somewhat funny story

and not another bad one on the evening news

[Kentucky Rifle]

KR

[themic]

was getting back into the ambulance after not transporting a patient who'd called for a hamster bite (yes, 911 for a hamster bite. nothing a little merthiolate couldn't fix on the scene, though). it was about 11pm in a not so good portion of the city. my partner and i were loading up when we heard a scuffle down the street, and a car screeching. we never really saw what was going on, we just instantly got that need-to-get-the-heck-outta-there feeling... leaped into the ambulance and sped away through some backroads... in about 10-15 seconds after we started we heard gunshots in the background, in another minute the call went out for a GSW right where we had just been, standby position about 2 blocks farther out than when we'd heard the gunshots.


another time, much earlier, was attempting to talk a mentally unstable woman into going with us to the hospital peacefully after a suicide attempt. suddenly an enormous dog barrels down the stairs towards us, with what appeared to be her roommate being dragged behind the dog by a leash, falling down the stairs after her. LEO beside me, in a flahs, positions, draws, and takes aim at the dog, and the thing just freezes about 4 feet away from us, just as he was about to leap. mouth closed, standing, frozen. dog knew what it meant to have a gun pointed at him. or maybe it was the way the LEO was poised or something. either way, I almost had a heart attack, especially since i was still quite new at this time.

[10-Ring]

Yup, twice, once in high school and once again a few years later. I've taken steps since then to avoid such situations & to be able to defend myself if such situations occur again.

[revlar]

Twice for me also - both times in the performance of my job (no I'm not a LEO and I'm no longer doing the same kind of work).

The first time I was not prepared (unarmed) and was seriously outnumbered (8-1). Thankfully they were satistied with just giving me a severe beating. I took my licking and kept on ticking.
The second time though I was ready with a kevlar vest and a .38 in a pocket shoot-through holster aimed at the clown's chest. He must have sensed something was up because in spite of the urging of his "buddies" - he backed down.

My work still has its risks, but day-to-day life is now proving to have even greater potential dangers.

I'll never be unprepared again.

[hops]

Yea.

Once indirectly on a very busy street in a major European city. Prep being chased by undercover cop with guns drawn - cop commanding perp to halt or be shot. I went down on one knee real fast. The sheep around me did not even seem to notice or care. That was weird.

Other time with American friend at Berlin wall near Potsdammer Platz observation platform. Took picture (camara with a 300mm Telephoto lens) of Guard tower and saw MG and high powered binoculars aimed at us. Gave my friend a real shock. His eyes just lit up when he noticed the MG aimed at us as he commented an that fact. He was more awed by the wall after that than before I took him to it.

[OF]

When I was a kid in high school some buddies and I were being driven around by one of our friends older brothers with a few cases of cheap beer in the trunk. Just driving around getting drunk. High School.

We pull into a Cumberland Farms convienience store and a friend gets out to go in for a pack of gum. He gets about 10 steps out of the car when 3 cop cars come screaming into the parking lot, doors swing open, guns come out and the cops take cover behind the car doors aimed at both us in the car and my buddy on his way into the store...who, even as drunk as he was, froze like he saw Medusa.

The store owner comes out of the door waving his arms yelling '"It's not them, it's not them!"

Turns out that a car that looked like ours had been driving by the store, casing the place and the cops were just waiting for him to come back.

We thought we were done for. :)

- Gabe

[TheLastBoyScout]

Other time with American friend at Berlin wall near Potsdammer Platz observation platform. Took picture (camara with a 300mm Telephoto lens) of Guard tower and saw MG and high powered binoculars aimed at us. Gave my friend a real shock. His eyes just lit up when he noticed the MG aimed at us as he commented an that fact. He was more awed by the wall after that than before I took him to it.

Hops, can you post the pic?

[TrapperReady]

At age 10, was approached by a cop with a drawn revolver while I was shooting a BB gun in a neighbor's backyard. Evidently, a couple ricochets had hit another house and the owner called the police, reporting a kid with a gun.

At age 16, experienced one of the "looking across the W-E German border with binos and seeing someone pointing a rifle directly at me" scenarios.

In college, I wasn't drawn on, but I was present at a small party when a guest pulled a very large knife on the host. The host ran into the back and came out with a Colt AR-15. Things were very tense for a couple minutes, and then settled down once the idjit with the knife came to his senses and split.

All in all, a bunch of nothing. I'd like it to stay that way.

[BallisticTip]

Yes, was walking out of a bar and these 2 guys blocked the door, when I asked *** is up, one of them pulled a small gun out. I said have a nice day and was out of there in a flash. If I was timed on that exit, would have won a gold medal. :mad:

[Trisha]

Both of us, on too many occasions - less these days.

All situations were resolved.

[sm]

Yes

[Erik]

I had a man try to pull a revolver on me once. I say "try" because the hammer got hung up on his leather jacket's slant-cut pocket. Fortunately he was within arm's reach. I reached. Off to jail he went in the end.

[bbrins]

Yes, two different times while shutting people's water off for not paying their water bill.

[Orthonym]

OH yeah. It was the late 80s or thenabouts and I was driving around a large abandoned real estate development, looking for a place to fly model airplanes. All at once a truck and a van zoom up and do a fairly professional road block on me. (They had DADE COUNTY tags:uhoh: ) Short guy wearing cammies gets out of the van, tall guy holding some kind of auto shotgun gets out of the p/u. Shotgun had split at small of stock (buttstroke wear'n tear?) repaired with tape. Thinks:" Uh-Oh, [my name], I wonder if your time has come? There's a convenient canal right there which'll hold me AND my truck! Gators in it, too." Short guy spoke English (sort of) and it developed that these two were doing a little self-help common law police work, looking for someone who had burgled their stuff. After they saw I had nothing in the truck but airplanes they tried to get all apologetic and friendly, but I "just now remembered an urgent appointment" and left with all deliberate speed.

Lessons learned:
1.The colors really are brighter, the smells stronger, etc. after having been scared half to death.
2.Pay attention, have a plan, arm one's self, etc.

I didn't turn them in as I was already a little bit frosty about LEOs and Mr. Shotgun never actually quite pointed the thing at me. (Unlike a lot of LEOs around here, he had SOME manners) Didn't go around there for quite a while, though. I read later in the local papers that the Sheriff, Feds et al had shut down a "paramilitary training camp" in the very near vicinity.:what:

[cool45auto]

No. Thank Jesus.

[Edward429451]

A few times. Always by cops. I ask you, what kind of a cop pulls an MP5 on a 'suspect' who is handcuffed behind his back laying on the ground? I got mad and yelled at him "*** is your problem, can't you see I'm subdued already?" or something to that effect. He lowered it thankfully.

I (think) I understand cops sometimes pointing guns at suspects before they get things sorted out, but that was ridiculous. He could plainly see my hands in cuffs and his buddy was pretty much in his line of fire too, right behind me.:fire:

[P12]

Yes.

Once in High Skool. Dang 45 Long Colt. Thankfully never heard any bang. He went on his way.

Once at work. It was late and I was cleaning the autoshop. Dude came in to steal his truck. We were expecting it and had disabled the truck. Also we were expecting this so I was prepared. (This was before Texas CHL) During his exit, he saw me on the phone and got out with a short barrelled pistol gripped shotty. Then decided to leave when he noticed I had the drop on him with my pistol. I never will forget this one excerpt from my conversation with the police dispatcher.

Me-"If he starts towards me I'm gonna empty this gun!"

Dispatcher-"You do what you need to, to protect yourself."

Me-"Yes-mam"

I do remember how calm I was. Didn't shake 'till it was over. Couldn't hardly walk then.

[Alan Fud]

http://www.thefiringline.com/forums/showthread.php?threadid=38682 ... I had to fly out to GA for a one day business trip and since I had to be there first thing in the morning, I took a red-eye flight out. Our wonderful travel department, who booked the entire trip (air, hotel, car rental, etc.) did not bother to arrange for a late check-in because I didn't specifically ask for one. I ASSUMED that since they knew when my plane was getting in (since they booked the flight) it would have just been common sense to arrange for a late check it but I was wrong -- this'll teach me to never assume anything.

When I got to the hotel, I learned that my room was released at 6PM (at 6pm I was still packing my bags) and they were sold out. Here it is almost midnight and I'm in a strange place and I have to be showered, shaved and be ready to make my presentation in about 8 hours. I called around and finally found a place that had rooms to rent. The woman who gave me the driving directions on how to get there was in a bit of a rush and I had to write things down in shorthand (not official "shorthand" but my own form of shorthand).

I quickly discovered that there are a lot of streets name "Peach Tree" this or "Peach" that in the Atlanta/Alpharetta area. As a result, the more I drove, the more useless my directions became and the more lost I got. I eventually found myself driving around in a residental/park area with no clue on how to get to where I needed to be and no idea on how to even get back to a main street/highway.

I finally came upon some flashing blue lights and I decided to get out of the car and ask the LEO for directions. I made my way through the bushes and approached the LEO, whose back was toward me. Hearing the noise behind her, she turned and pointed her firearm at me. I didn't realize this when I was making my way toward her but it turned out that she was holding two suspects at gun point waiting for additional back-up to arrive and now it was three suspects as I was ordered to get face down on the ground.

When her back-up arrived we were able to clear everything up (I showed them my plane ticket indicating that I just got into town a couple of hours ago and they verified with the hotel that I HAD a reservation but my room was released and therefore my story about getting lost while looking for a hotel checked out) and they even gave me an escort to the hotel that I was looking for -- which I thought was very nice of them.

[mummac]

Yes, robbed at gun point.

[Slow]

Yes, I was a clerk at 24/7 grocery in 1979. Two gentlemen seeking immediate cash... One fellow had a .45 ACP at my chest and the other had a Ruger 10/22 to my forehead... I thought I was going to meet Jesus Christ ... I could tell you some of the things that happened to me that morning but, few readers would believe it!

[38Mike]

Not a gun, but a knife, at the time it was the BIGGEST blade I'd ever seen......

[FPrice]

I had a gun pulled on the guy next to me once. It was a "going away" party for a guy on our team in the mid 70's, held at a private house. We invited two exotic dancers for entertainment. It was pretty calm until one of the guys brought a friend who was not on our team. No one was paying too much attention but apparently he was trying to paw the dancers as they passed by him. All of a sudden one of the dancers jumped away from him and began screaming at him. As we watched this scene unfold the other dancer jumped into the middle with a small revolver and had it pointed at his head from about two feet, and the hammer cocked. She was screaming also. As everyone just froze and watched I kinda reached up and took the gun from her hand, brought it to the next room and unloaded it. Once we calmed down we gave her the gun, the bullets, a nice tip and considered the party to be over.

[Moparmike]

Note to self: maybe exotic dancers at a party isn't such a good idea....:uhoh:

[Malone LaVeigh]

Two times and an "almost", all during my misspent youth. First two were by police, and the second time I was old enough to go to jail for a few nights.

Third time a tough acting dude reached under his jacket during a slight disagreement. We were not far off of a major street, and I just "bellied" up to the guy. Got real close so I could have nailed him before he pulled anything out. I looked him straight in the eye and talked to him until he realized we were at a stalemate. Then I convinced him to walk with me to the street so we could part in peace.

[CWatson]

Almost,twice.The first time I was 16,setting on a couch in a friends living room with my younger brother.My friend's dad was LAPD.Friend comes out of bedroom with a pump 12 gauge.Racks the slide,points it at my brother and pulls the trigger "click".He laughs, I jump up and roughly take the gun from him.Next thing I know he is flying over the coffee table getting beat in the face with with his phone by my brother.He was pretty bruised up and I explained it to his dad hen he got home.Hi dad kicked his a$$ for it also.

Second time I was resturant night manager in Studio City CA.I was training a new waitress when I hear glass breaking.I turn around a mexican guy is throwing dishes over the counter at one of my cooks.He sees me walking towards him and tries to pull a revolver from his belt.I grab it first,along with his belt and pants,with my right hand and start punching with my left.I kept punching and he kept going back all the way out the front door we fell.He lands on his back with me on top.I get his gun out just as his buddy who was waiting in the car runs up,I still have it.


.CW

[vertigo7]

Just once so far, and I hope it's the last time....

An older lady (I'd guess 70's +) drew down on me at the local mall in broad daylight. I was walking out to my car after spending way too much in Sears, and she was about 40 feet in front of me. Suddenly she spun around with a snubnose revolver in her hands, yelled "I am in fear for my life, get back or I'll blast ya!" I looked around for the threat, found the lot empty except for the two of us and realized she meant me, then froze. She yelled at me (quite a good distance apart, mind) "Why are you following me?!" I pointed to the little red sportscar parked beside the older-model Cadillac she'd been walking towards, identified it as mine, and told her I'd be happy to grab some curb and sit motionless while she got into her car and went on her way. She decided it was a good deal, so I sat and waited. She put the gun into her bag, got into the car and slooowly drove off.

I reported it later, and the officer on duty groaned as soon as I described the situation.. apparently this lady is well-known in the department for similar misunderstandings.

vertigo7

[Kharn]

Vertigo7:
:what: Man, those bluehairs sure do get a little wierd in Florida...

Kharn

[vertigo7]

I thought about diving for cover behind a car, but the way her hands were shaking while holding her roscoe, I was very much afraid she'd accidentally squeeze a round off if I made any sudden moves. Kharn, you're very correct.. the older generations do tend to get a bit odd once they assume residence in sunny Florida. I blame all the pink flamingos.

vertigo7

[GD]

Once when I was walking my dog (who looks like a coyote) we were fired upon by someone with a semiautomatic firearm. We were about 200 yards away from someone who could see the dog but not me. Fortunately he was not a good shot and the dog and I survived about 10 rounds. I hit the deck and the dog did a dance that was quite amazing to watch! I am glad he didn't come running to me!

[FPrice]

"Note to self: maybe exotic dancers at a party isn't such a good idea...."

Actually the bad idea is to have someone you don't know at an intimate party.

:scrutiny:

[chaim]

Once when I was a 12 year old kid playing in my front yard.

About 10 years ago I didn't have one pointed at me specifically. I worked in a dept store and a guy came in to confront a clerk who had turned him in for shoplifting. A gun was produced and this clerk and the security guard on duty (the others were out sick that day, with the exception of a 70yo woman who ran as fast as the rest of the employees and customers) found their attention pretty much taken up by the guy with the gun. I had to stick around to watch the guy's three boyz who were watching intently and had their hands in interesting places. No one other than the security guard realized I was there though.

[Mil Novecientos Once]

Ever have a gun pulled on you?

Yep, follow this link to read about it. (http://www.1911forum.com/forums/showthread.php?s=&threadid=24371)

[George Hill]

Rubber Bands... I hate rubber bands aimed at me...

[Blackhawk]

Yep.

But I never thought any of them were going to fire, and they didn't.

Funniest was when a reserve Sheriff's deputy was trying to intimidate me because I'd fired his slob buddy. While he was waving his .357 around, I asked to see it while I picked up the phone and dialed the Sheriff. He quickly departed, but not dearly....

[dev_null]

Yes. Got held up on the El tracks in Old Town Chicago by 3 kids (<12 y-o) one of whom had a cheap pistol. They got me HS ring and another ring I bought in Patzcuaro Mexico, and my cash. Rat bastards. :mad:

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[SteelyDan]

My goodness, all kinds of too-exciting stories here. More than I expected, actually.

I had two experiences. One was driving home from work on the highway, heard these "firecrackers" going off followed by weird "whizzing" noises real close and one slam sound. When I stopped to check, there was a bullet hole in the rear door of my car. I never repaired it, but I did take a different route home for a year or so. The other incident was a stupid high school thing where a guy took his dad's .45 out to show off and it fired. We traced the trajectory and it missed my head by about 10", and then seriously messed up his mom's china cabinet.