The prowler and a Ben Pearson.


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Carl Levitian
August 4, 2008, 06:00 PM
I don't know why, but I was thinking of an incident that tool place many, many years ago in my younger single days in the army. It involved a late night prowler and some off post housing for some army nurses.

Maybe watching Byron Ferguson on the TV, brought it to mind.

It was the very early 1970's, and I was stationed at Ft. Devons Massachusetts. I was dating this one young nurse, and she was living in an off post rented house in a quiet nieghborhood of Ayer Massachusetts.

One evening, while watching TV in the family room in the back of the house, three of the young women were winding down, watching some show before turning in for the night. One of the ladies looks up and shrieks, startling the others, and there at the back door is a face looking in at them. Not just any face.

There was a ski mask over the face.

Next thing happens is the glass in the door breaks, and a gloved hand reaches in groping for the latch. One girl throughs a bedroom slipper at the intruder, and the other two run and hide in the bedroom. Intruder keeps reaching for the latch.

There was a forth young lady home, studying in her room, and at the screams, comes running to investigate.

The forth young lady was named Linda, nicknamed "Little Linda". She stood all of 5' 2" and was a slip of a thing. Sort of a Sally Field kind of girl. but fiesty. Good thing, too.

It must have been something in the screams that told Linda it wasn't just a dropped bottle of nail polish. She came equipted. You see, Linda loved archery, and had this Ben Pearson recurve bow she practiced with. Pretty darn good with it too. Only 35 pounds pull, but she managed to get a deer every fall since she was a teen in junior high school. Her daddy back in the little rural Pennsilvania town they lived in tought her well.

Well, Linda shows up in the doorway between the family room and the kitchen with her bow and an arrow already knocked. A nice broadhead too. By this time the intruder had opened the door, but looked up and there was Linda, full draw, aimed right at him.

He lets out a very audible "OH S--T!" and dives back out the door just as an arrow thunks into the wall just in back of where he was standing. He glaces back in from around the door frame, but Linda already has the spare arrow that had been tucked in the fingers of her left hand, knocked and on the bow at half draw. At this point, the young lady archer lets loose a stream of blue color cursing at him, yelling she's gonna stuff and mount his carcass over the fireplace. Intruder disappears.

One of the other ladies, hiding in the bedroom, had called the police, and in a few moments the Ayer town constables show up and search around the place with thier flashlights. The intruder is gone, no hide nor hair sighted. Cops look at the arrow in the wall.

"Lady, do you know what you're doing with that thing?"

Wrong question for one Linda J. Tomkins. Like I said, daddy had trained her well as a little girl.

Linda gives the cop a hard stare, askes for his card, he hands her one. She walks out in the back yard and wedges the card in the bark of a tree and askes the cop to show her what the averidge defence range in. The cop grins, paces out about almost 20 yards, and askes if she can hit the card from there.

Dumb.

Young lady in question had been at archery since little girl, remember?

She has an arrow knocked, but bow down at waist hight. In a single fluid movement, draws bow up and shoots in a quick instictive movement. Nails the card a bit off to one side, but on the paper. This by the light of the single bulb that was the back porch light. Cop shuts up. Intruder never comes back, Linda goes to sleep every night with bow strung and a couple broadheads standing by.

I guess I was thinking of some people I know just south of here, in Washinton D.C.

I wouldn't want to take on a Glock packing intruder with a bow, but it may not be too bad againt a knife or crowbar wielding one.

I guess sometimes we have to just make do with what we got. Like sm says, run what ya brung.

I think of some young army nurses who may have avoided a bad fate, thanks to a fiesty little lady with a Ben Pearson bow.

Life can be strange. Keep you're options open, along with your mind.

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Dr. Tad Hussein Winslow
August 4, 2008, 07:18 PM
That story made my week; no make that my month; awesome; thank you! :thumbup: :)

Cougfan2
August 4, 2008, 07:24 PM
I'm lovin' it! :D

shamus
August 6, 2008, 11:18 AM
Great story.




My True Love shoots an vintage Pearson and so do I.

No to mention selfbows and an old Herter's bow..

22-rimfire
August 6, 2008, 11:29 AM
I shot a Ben Pearson bow back in those days too. 35lb was my first recurve bow and I'm from PA too. Imagine that?

Good story. Bow & arrow sure; but I'd rather have a Glock.

Tom Krein
August 6, 2008, 11:40 AM
I still shoot a Ben Pearson bow. It doesn't get shot too much as it is only 45lbs. BUT, I have 3 boys that are getting big enough to start shooting it!

If you knkow what you are doing with a bow it can be a VERY good weapon. Take a look at what the indians did with them.

Tom

Pax Jordana
August 6, 2008, 01:32 PM
I guess in general prowlers really aren't up for a fight.

I mean, if I ran into a little tiny lady willing to whip an arrow at me, I'd probably freak. What ELSE is she prepare to do?

Carl, all I've seen of military hospitals is M*A*S*H.. did nurses get armed (in the john browning sense) back then?

kBob
August 6, 2008, 06:56 PM
Carl Levitian’s Ben Pearson Bow story reminded me of a couple of ladies I knew in the mid to late 1970's. Sisters of one of my friends as it happened so I got three versions of the story and think I can reconstruct it fairly well.

The Ladies lived in an area of Gainesville Florida called “Sin City” a mainly student and young working folks area of small apartments. The sliding glass door of their apartment over looked a pond (a pond that would later be searched in the Danny Rollins case actually) and a bit of manicured grass. Given the time in Gainesville I should add that by grass I mean a lawn as Gainseville’s U of F Fight’n Gators did not get the reputation of a party school just this year. Being small town girls and it being one of the balmier nights of the year they had their glass door open and the screen locked so as to have cool air without paying for it.

The younger got up for a glass of water in the middle of the night and heard something in the big room and went to investigate. Yes a large unknown man had his arm shoved through the screen and was searching for the latch.

Lady screams to the effect that there is a man breaking into the house.

Older sister has her brother’s Dan Wesson .357 Magnum with six inch barrel and stoked with the 140 grain HP ammunition the white test and all the experts of the time said was the end of the world as we know it cartridge choice on the night stand next to the bed for just such an occurrence. On waking to the screams she reached out and grabbed a handle with a bit of weight on the other end and dashed into the big room as bad guy is now in and trying to decide what to do at this point.

She slept nude, was a 5'10' good looking red head of darned nice proportions and she shook her weapon at the guy and screamed at him to leave the “house” “or words to that effect”

Bad guy froze for a second and then charged out in to the darkness never to be seen by those ladies again.

At this point our amazon noted her younger sister staring at her some what dumfounded.

Only at that time did she realize what she had in a good shooting grip was the handle of an electric steam iron.

Whatever works.

-Bob Hollingsworth

Dr. Tad Hussein Winslow
August 6, 2008, 07:27 PM
My first bow was a youth Ben Pearson compound 40-50 by the way, round about 1983.... doubt I'm as good as her though!

bikerdoc
August 6, 2008, 09:32 PM
Carl,
I was as a medic at Cutler hosp at ft. devens in 1970 after I came back from the Nam. Grew up outside Boston. Rte 2 to Boston and I slept in my own bed 3 nights a week and ate home cooking.
Never met a nurse with a Bow, but I did meet one from Oklahoma with a 45 and knew how to use it.

Carl Levitian
August 6, 2008, 10:39 PM
Small world, Doc. I was at the 39th combat Engineer battaliion. Used to go fishing in the Nashua river. It was a nice area.

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