Any "Thank God I've Got A Gun" experience(s)?


Mr. Magnum
July 8, 2008, 03:00 AM
Any life threatening encounters in which "you have used" or "almost about to use" your defensive handgun to protect yourself, family or others? any true account stories would be worth shared.

This has been my second post of the same topic since last year and if i could only post this daily to every thread, i really would. i saved the previous posts and am still collecting true-to-life factual stories.

Thanks for supporting! Happy & Safe Shootin!

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Golden Hound
July 8, 2008, 03:13 AM
A Manananggal came down out of the sky and tried to attack me, but luckily I was able to stop it.

July 8, 2008, 03:36 AM
I was camping and heard some rustling outside the tent, about 2:30am and pitch black out. We're in the middle of the sticks way out in the country with nobody around and I just remembered that I left that hotdog bun bag out in bear country.
My brother in the tent next to me woke up as well and started whispering if I had heard the noise, I confirmed that I definitely did and grabbed the SKS and loaded a 10 round stripper clip.

I wish there was something more exciting to tell you but after that nothing happened, and I sat there in my tent listening to the outdoors and nothing at all. Eventually I went to sleep and called it a night.

But I defenitly was thanking myself for bringing that rifle as a good piece of mind.

July 8, 2008, 07:12 AM
Scumbag acquaintance of my son was renting a bedroom in my house and I found out he was using my computer to buy stuff with a stolen credit card. When I threw him out he tried to come back upstairs but stopped and left when he saw me at the top with my Commander.

Neighborhood gangsta wanabee was (I think) trying to hide out in my backyard. Told him through the back door to clear out, got the expected type of answer (complete with m*****f*****, of course). Showed him my Taurus .357 and he departed post haste.

I was on the sidewalk in front of the next door neighbor's house, talking with her over the fence. Another neighborhood gangsta wanabee came walking past shouting obscenities. We stared at him and he turned and got all badass with me ("Whatchoo lookin' at, m*****f*****," yadda yadda yadda). I assumed the Weaver foot stance, reached back and put my hand on the grip of my Taurus. He stared a minute, turned, walked a few feet, turned again, made like to come back at me. This time I twisted a bit and lifted up the back of my jacket so he could see the .357 on my belt, then turned back. He left without another word.

July 8, 2008, 08:57 AM
Back in '84, a guy tried to run a friend and me off of the interstate on the way from St. Louis back to Ft. Knox. I think he was trying to carjack us. I didn't use a handgun. I used a sliding stock HK93. Didn't have to shoot. He saw me aiming it at him through the windshield and took off at lightspeed. There's a non-zero chance it was serial killer Alton Coleman, who was doing his midwest tour at the time.

July 8, 2008, 10:38 AM
I was maybe 14. Driving east on I-40 in Oklahoma with my mom and grandmother in a pickup and camper.

A couple guys in a '59 Chevy passed us and immediately slowed down to a crawl and then started weaving back and forth across both lanes to keep us from passing.

At my mom's request, I half crawled through the "boot" into the camper to get her little pistol. The dash lights in the cab were turned up all the way, so I think they could see what was going on.

Anyway right after that, they pulled way over on the shoulder and let us pass. My mom pushed that old six-banger Chevy pickup as fast as it would go all the way to El Reno.

July 8, 2008, 11:27 AM
Many years ago carload of teen/twenties, one of me. They pulled up next to me while waving bats & generally letting me know they were going to beat me.
Picked up a gun off the seat aimed right at the driver, he took the next left and I never saw them again

July 8, 2008, 11:33 AM
I thankfully haven't ever had to use my gun for its purpose or show of force, but with my family living in the People's Republic of Maryland, there have been a few times since I started carrying that I went home to visit, got disarmed by the state laws, and really wished I had ignored them. Luckily I was able to drive out of all those situations.
There was one time when I was living in FL, a friend and I were sitting in his driveway, enjoying some cigars when we heard what distinctly sounded like his front door open and close. No one came past us but we couldn't see the front door from the driveway. Immediately we went into a high state of awareness. I retrieved my pistol from my truck and I cleared the kitchen, living room, and his bedroom so he could get his HD shotgun, then we proceeded to clear every room in the house, without so much as a word spoken. It was a rush, and thankfully no one was there. We don't know what made the noise, but I was glad to have my gun close at hand until we cleared the house.

1 old 0311
July 8, 2008, 11:36 AM
Be careful when you POINT a weapon at someone. That is ILLEGAL. A few times I have had to hold the pistol by the barrel, and shake the weapon. Gets the point across, without branishing.

July 8, 2008, 11:40 AM
Be careful when you POINT a weapon at someone. That is ILLEGAL. A few times I have had to hold the pistol by the barrel, and shake the weapon. Gets the point across, without branishing.

I'll take my chances with "brandishing." If I feel the need to draw on someone, it means I am afraid for my life, and pointing the grip at a the BG seems like an invitation for him to take it from me.

Mr. Magnum
July 8, 2008, 01:35 PM
GoldenHound....really now...

Thanks for all the great posts. Keep 'em coming!

Happy & safe shootin!

July 8, 2008, 01:46 PM
I posted my story here...

Professor Gun
July 8, 2008, 01:49 PM
About 1982, 15 miles west of Gainesville, FL.

At that time in Florida it was legal to have a loaded handgun in your vehicle as long as it was in a holster that had a strap that went around the back of the gun to hold it in the holster. (Yeah, I know, another very logical gun law:rolleyes:)

There had been reports of a car with two or three guys running vehicles off a section of isolated two lane highway late at night and robbing people along the stretch of road we did our daily commute on.

My wife and I were going home on this stretch of road about 10 p.m. one night, in the rear view mirror I saw a set of headlights coming up very fast. The car pulls into the other lane as if to pass and then slows down to parallel us, three guys in the car, all looking at me and my wife, smiling like Chesire cats. This went on for about 1/2 of a mile, then their vehicle started edging toward ours as if to run us off the road. I had an old High Standard Sentinel revolver, 9 shot, .22 LR (Yeah, I know, bad choice for defense but that is what I happened to have along) in the glove compartment. I had my wife get it out, take it out of the holster, give it to me. I held it up in my window so they could see it in profile and gave them a big smile back. Their smiles disappeared, the driver sped up to get past us, we never saw them again.

July 8, 2008, 01:53 PM
A month or two ago I came home kind of late from videoing a memorial service and there was a guy in the front porch area of the house my apartment is in, looked like he wasn't too sure he had the right place, didn't recognize him, and he was definitely searching for someone or in need of something. About fifteen minutes after we got home I went out front to get the mail, and saw him walking down the street.

Over an hour later, about ten thirty or eleven, there was a knock on my door. I don't know anyone in my town, and it is highly unlikely that any of my neighbors would come say hi at that hour, so I grabbed my PCR and put it somewhat in my pocket so it was available, and answered the door. It was the same guy, up close it looked like he was in need of whatever he was coming off of, asked for Gabriel or James, I told him there isn't a Gabriel or James here and he was actually surprisingly polite and left pretty quickly. I was still thankful that I had the presence of mind to have my hand on my CZ while I was opening the door.

July 8, 2008, 02:29 PM
Back in the fall months of 2006, with my mother in a nursing home, my father who lived at home alone got hurt and since he could not take care of himself and we could not be there all the time, he was admitted to a health rehab facility for a couple of months. So, my sister and i would take turns at different times of the day going over to his unoccupied house to let his cats out or in, and to feed them. I, working second shift usually made my way over after 11 p.m.

From what i can remember, it was close to midnight when i pulled into my fathers driveway. I got out, and as usual, the cats were nearby and came running up to the front porch when they saw me. All of the lights in the house were off. While opening the front door which we usually leave unlocked (we've always done this, pretty safe neighborhood), i thought i saw something in the backyard move out of the corner of my eye. I paused for a moment and scanned the back yard (what i could see) and listened. Nothing else unusual, so i continued inside.

Once inside i turned on the lights and got the cats some food and water. While standing around waiting for them to eat, i heard what sounded like a light thumping noise come from upstairs. I also heard some creaking that sounded like someone may have been moving around up there. That pretty much freaked me out. I knew where my dad kept his old WW1 .45 hidden.

I retrieved it, loaded a mag, and racked the slide. Probably not the smartest thing to do, but i started to clear the house. I made my way upstairs first, and cleared all 3 bedrooms. His house can be scary enough upstairs when you are by yourself, let alone wondering if someone was in your house. Turned out nobody was upstairs. So i made my way back down and checked out the downstairs bedroom, and the rest of the house. I checked the cellar last. Luckily, i found no one in the house.

My dad's house doesn't normally make odd noises, so you could see why i was alarmed. But i was probably just spooked from the moment i entered. Being by myself didn't help much either. Anyway, i was definately glad i had access to a gun that time. After that, i locked the doors and gave my sister the other key!

July 8, 2008, 03:22 PM
1x but no shots fired

I was up at college and we had jsut let out for the summer. Me and a friend were renting an apartment right off campus and after moving in she and some friends left to get get some beers and food to grill up. I being the big guy had done all of the lifting and stayed behind to sleep a nasty hangover off from the night before that the move did'nt help any.

I guess the guy watched us move all the stuff in and saw a group leave with no lights left on and it would be his time to strike. I awoke to the broken glass and quickly yet quietly grabbed my shotgun. I took up a good defensive position and racked a round. The noise sent him on his way but for those who say not to rely a racking sound, I wasn't and I would have shot if necessary but I'm glad I did'nt have to. Though there was no way to avoid the sound. I keep it cruiser ready and had to rack it. I figured best to do it when I was covered and had aimed on him than to rack it and if he procceeded then attempt to get into a covered defensive position.

Either way the guy took his arm out the window so quick he gashed it up bad and the cops found him at the hospital getting stiched up. Funny I need a gun in 1x during my four years in Newburgh N.Y. but not once during my other 24 years in Queens N.Y., guess it really can happen anywhere and I was very happy to have a gun because we just moved in so there was no phone and I was a poor college student who spent money on essentialls (beer,condoms,Ramen noodles, ammo) and had no cellphone.

July 8, 2008, 03:40 PM
Many years ago carload of teen/twenties, one of me. They pulled up next to me while waving bats & generally letting me know they were going to beat me.

A similar experience to the one I had. We (my girlfriend and I) were driving her Suzuki Samurai (remember those?) with the soft top down. A bunch of guys in a car pulled up next to us claiming they were going to beat me and rape her.

At a stop light, we turned left and they went straight. I was still very nervous but the GF had to stop at the 7-11 to buy something. She believed they were gone, I didn't and kept an eye out for them.

Sure enough after about 1 minute they pull in right next to me on the passenger's side. Their leader runs around to the driver's door (I was driving) to carry out their threats, I guess.

Then he saw the GP-100 in my hand...and called his gang off. He actually apologized and blamed their actions on alcohol. I was pretty angry and said something to the effect of "being drunk is a stupid reason to get shot."

They left and after the coast was clear we did too.

I cannot imagine what would have happened if I did not have my GP-100 with me. I don't even like to think about it.

July 8, 2008, 03:43 PM
Every new moon when I'm sitting in the swivel chair in the back of my truck running a red spotlight and practicing the art of sounding like a wounded rabbit, I am forced to defend myself against attacking coyotes and bobcats.

Sometimes I have to fire at the insanely close range of 50 yards.

July 8, 2008, 03:45 PM
Then he saw the GP-100 in my hand...and called his gang off. He actually apologized and blamed their actions on alcohol. I was pretty angry and said something to the effect of "being drunk is a stupid reason to get shot."

They left and after the coast was clear we did too.

I cannot imagine what would have happened if I did not have my GP-100 with me. I don't even like to think about it.

It's a good thing he saw it when he did. Would have been his burial and possibly his friends as well.

July 8, 2008, 04:09 PM
Moving day, I dunno what happened exactly, but I thought I had called the right company, maybe I did. I was short on cash at the time and comparing prices. Anyway, the guys that showed up did a terrible job, dragged furniture, dropped my TV... I told them to unload their "trailor" and then told them to get lost. I gave them $20 for their trouble.

They said "What is that isn't enough."

I said, as I swept my shirt to the side exposing my .38, "then we have a problem."

They left. Called the more expensive company and didn't have any issues.

I still don't know what happened, if I called a disconnected number and the dude I talked to was a crook... or if they were just really really crap hole movers are us....

Anway, I am about 5'8 162 or so. These two idiots were both well over 6', one was about 6'8" 325 or so. TGIHAG

July 8, 2008, 04:20 PM

A few months ago one Sunday afternoon one of my housemates and I see a fire engine pull up, no siren, at the end of our driveway (long driveway, over 1,000 feet, house is well set back in a wooded area) and just sit there. We go down to see what's going on and find that there are police units there as well. We are also told, bluntly, to return to the house, lock the doors, and stay inside.

About the time we get back into the house, one of our other housemates calls, asking if we know why the road is barricaded at both ends.

By this point, both I and the housemate there with me had decided it might be a good idea to have weapons on our person. We holster up and then continue going about some repairs that needed to be done to the house. About 15 minutes later there's a thump against the back door, a jiggle, and we hear it open (we were in the basement at the time).

We looked at each other and realized that we had made a very foolish error and had failed to remember that the back door was unlocked when we came back in. We both drew, muzzles down, fingers off the triggers, and cautiously made our way to the bottom of the stairs where we can hear someone walking around upstairs. (Of note, the basement is a daylight basement and the bottom of the stairs is set up in such a way that it offers both good concealment and a clear path to an exit.)

Not shouting, but loud and forceful I called out, "Hello? Who's there?"

"Hey guys, they lifted the barricade of the street!"

It was the other housemate. We were never given a reason, nor an all-clear from the police. Once our heart rates were back to normal the two of us who were home had a bit of a laugh at ourselves for worrying so much.

Then the next day I saw the story below on a local news website:

That house is across the street and two doors down from me. I've never felt foolish for carrying when at home since then.

The good part about all of this is that the friend who was out of the house is slightly anti, and the fact that my other housemate and I did not greet her at the door with guns aimed at her, even with us on higher alert, caused her to admit that she was impressed with how we handled it. She still thinks we're paranoid, but no longer has any fear of us shooting at random noises. So, progress is being made. We even got her to shoot a scoped pellet/BB gun, which she didn't want to put down. :)

July 8, 2008, 04:51 PM
Funny how anti's always live with people that they can use....

no offense.

July 8, 2008, 05:15 PM
To clarify, when I say "slightly anti", I just mean that she doesn't see a reason why someone would want a gun. She's dating a Marine and has a brother who is also in the Corps and isn't against people being allowed to own fierarms, she's simply bought into the idea that the police can protect you.

And, to be fair to her, she's done volunteer relief work in places where you couldn't pay me to go and has seen firsthand some of the particularly nasty problems that come from the wrong people having firearms while the right people don't.

James T Thomas
July 8, 2008, 05:27 PM
Will you accept a "My God, I wish I had a gun experience?"

It made me stop wishing and start totin the big iron.

I had been weekly traveling across town with my youngest son in the evening and returning home at night.
Abruptly, out of no where, comes this car along side me full of young men.
The windows of their car were down, they did not pass or drop back, but stayed even with me. As I looked over, I see they are gesturing with their hands and fingers and expectantly looking at me for a response. Like I could reply in sign language of some sort.
Now these guys did not have on friendly faces. I knew none of them. I suppose they though I was someone they knew, or were looking for, by my car type. That is all the reasoning that I could make out of this circus. They became more agressive and began to swerve into my lane, and that is when I began to wish.
You know, my kingdom for a horse. That kind of thing.
Eventually, after what seemed to me like too long of a time, they must have realized I was not who they were assuming, and they dropped behind me and went away.
I would not have even produced a gun under those circumstances; with the child next to me, but I also understood that if any serious aggression had started, I was unarmed and at disadvantage.

No "thanking God that I have a gun," which I do now, but there is thanking Him that I have not had to use the one I carry.

He says that "a horse (or I suppose any implement or sorce of strength)
-is prepared for the day of battle, but safety is of the Lord .

So, I have prepared, but do trust Him for safety.

July 8, 2008, 06:18 PM

16th and Massachusetts Avenue in Washington DC.

middle of the day

4 guys tried a strong-arm robbery

I jammed the front sight of the Smith and Wesson Model 10 into the lead-guy's nostril.

The robbers all freaked-out and ran away.

No shots fired.

July 8, 2008, 06:47 PM
'85 in D.C., eh? :cool:
Were you an off duty LEO? ;)

July 8, 2008, 06:54 PM
You mean, the D.C. gun ban didn't keep you safe? Nice job on using some common sense.

July 8, 2008, 06:57 PM
Yes, I think it every morning, and usually at every gas station in downtown Houston.

July 8, 2008, 08:48 PM
.. but had a guy try to mess with me one time. I was an off-duty LEO, in civvies, having lunch at a local BK. Some young black kid, maybe 17 or 18 years of age, walks past me, exits the restaurant, then starts waving to me through the window at the table at which I was seated. He was standing next to a car, and "brandishing" what I was supposed to think was a switchblade. I knew it was really a comb (remember those!?) because I had had one when I was young and stupid. He was only showing me the back edge of it, making all bad and whatever. I just tossed my leg up onto the table, pulling back my jeans a little to expose the Undercover .38 strapped to my ankle, and smiled at him. He quickly did an about-face, trying to laugh with me as he ran his fingers across the comb's teeth to show me what it really was, then running it into his hair. I took out my badge case, held it up, then made a motion with two fingers pointing downward to simulate walking, sending the message "run along, little boy, before you get in trouble with that thing!". He did.

Mr. Magnum
July 14, 2008, 04:09 PM
it is said that the best thing that could happen to somebody out of self-defense is to never draw a gun in one's lifetime.

I havent had any experiences YET (& hope i never will) though my bro-in-law Rudge almost got his ass kicked way back '93. cut long story short, brought his ex-GF home near med school, his car cut through some corners and almost nudged some bystanders, next thing he knew there were 5 bummers approaching his car holding 2x2 wooden planks. The thing is his ex-GF somehow brought his carkeys together with her apartment keys. My bro-in-law rolled down his windows and fired a warning shot. Rudge recalled these gangsters had eyes like owls and quickly fled the scene. Rudge received a reprimand a few days after yet who knows what may have happened if he didnt had his Colt 1911 .45 Gold Cup with him that night.

That story was one of the main reasons why i became a gun enthusiast 10 years after to date. My current home defender is a S&W Model 627-5 Performance Center "8-shot" .357 Magnum revolver (which is right beside me now as i write this on my bed) and i plan to get myself sometime real soon with a 9mm or a .380 North American Arms for CCW.

We are not pro-violence. Just responsible gun-owners ready, willing and able to defend ourselves and loved ones in the worst case scenarios.

Happy & Safe shooting to all!

July 14, 2008, 04:22 PM
his car cut through some corners and almost nudged some bystanders, next thing he knew there were 5 bummers approaching his car holding 2x2 wooden planks.

Umm... I may be reading this wrong, but it sounds as though you're saying that your brother drove on the sidewalk, almost ran over some pedestrians, then was surprised that people were upset with him? Where I come from that kind of driving will cost a person his license.

And to top it off, he fired a warning shot? In which direction did he fire? How many innocent bystanders were around? How did he determine that there wasn't a possibility for a ricochet?

Something doesn't scan right in this one.

July 14, 2008, 08:58 PM
Used a shotgun, not a handgun, but I had my S&W Model 19 with me.

I used to love to run around the mountains with a long arm and a sidearm and just pop at targets of opportunity... a rock here, a pine cone there... you know, in the good old days of freedom.

Wanted to test out some handloaded 3" BB goose loads for my 500 for functioning and pressures, was wandering around some distance off Sugarloaf Road along a ridge, and crossed a power line clearcut that came up from the valley below, crossed the ridge, and went down the opposite side.

Just minding my own business, looking for a place to blast away with the shotgun.

I was standing there enjoying the view from the ridge, when all of a sudden 5 or 6 loose dogs came running up the clearcut at me, barking like mad. Scared the heck out of me. I mean they were not just saying "hello."

I remember thinking that I only had six shots in the revolver, and my best chance was with the shotgun, even though it was plugged for only 3 three inch shells in preparation for goose season.

Popped the lead dog with that 3" magnum, he rolled, and the rest kept coming. I dropped the next one and they finally stopped and sniffed around the dead lead dog, and went back down the hill. They had got within about twenty yards of me.

That was a scary one. I was ready with that third shot and fumbling with the strap on my holster.

Don't know if they were feral dogs or what, but while driving out, I noticed a mine shack at the bottom of the clearcut that looked like it was lived in... maybe they were their dogs, but I don't care. One or two dogs, well, I wouldn't like it, but I wouldn't have been that scared.

And I didn't even feel the recoil or hear my shots, or remember pumping the action, yet I clearly remember seeing the lead dog roll, and hearing the second dog's quick "Yip" when he was hit and fell over.

I didn't realize that until later, on my way back down Boulder Canyon.

I figured out later on that when you are pulling back on the shotgun's forend, the recoil will unlatch the action against the pressure you have on the gun's forend, and the gun will shuck the shell out almost all by itself.

Maybe that's why I didn't remember working the action.

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