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I don’t know who or what I pissed off in another life, but when does bad Karma wear off? This being a nice guy – well – maybe I need to re-think this.
I have, amongst others burrs , a burr under my saddle called Domestic Violence. So when asked if I could use my truck to move some furniture from the daughter’s place on the same piece of property as the Parent’s I said yes.
Daughter has a chance to leave town and live with her Sister. Job opportunities, getting away from an abusive boyfriend makes good sense. Her Daddy has had minor knee surgery, the momma is about to have the same minor surgery.
Well we all know how well Restraining Orders work on protecting folks. So being a small rural town, the daddy knows and asks that one of the Deputies show up if and when can.
Daughter and I finish up; Deputy hasn’t shown yet, caught with other obligations. Thirty seconds more and the daughter would have been off property. Here comes the BF driving like a maniac dust everywhere. Dammit to hell…I holler for her to take off in her car and head anywhere – just get gone -just get away! She heads out and little did I know there was a little farm road that went off property as she sped away out back of property. [ Front of property BF direction, and I figured she'd just cut some distance all I cared about]
Well here he comes , and I remind him he is under RO. Well just my luck he is a “ big old boyâ€. I’m 6’ 170 # and out of shape. Well “ a little guy can beat a big guy if he is in the right and keeps coming at himâ€. Yeah well whoever wrote it , did not do so looking at 6’ 3†and I’m guessing 200 – 220 #.
I really don’t want to Rodeo, I ain’t getting younger. I really hate the thought of problem #2…He does have a Quart bottle of beer…brain does a quick legal thinking…In fear of myself and opponent has a “weaponâ€. The Daddy is up now with all the ruckus, he is using the phone ( I find out later to the Deputy en-route on cell phone) .
Well hell…he charges and I chuck my ceramic coffee cup at him as hard as can. Thank Gawd for Little League as a kid. Down he goes. Now I am keeping distance circling…thinking okay that worked now what the hell I’m I gonna do next. If I run the possibility of parents getting hurt is a real concern…I won’t do that.
So up he gets and charges…Well hell I played football little league ( okay quarter back and end) but I can do this. Head down and inside I go pin him against his vehicle, using my knee to chest a bunch of times. My hands, well one was pushing his head up and away and my other had a death grip on his throat. For some reason he did not use his fists on me. Too busy trying to remove my hands. Who knows…stuff like this happening so fast. Well my brain was racing about- what now/ next? I decided to shut his door on his leg. [ loud crunch sound] That worked.
At no time did I feel my CCW was going to be used against me. It was well concealed, but accessible. Nobody knew I was carrying. I really wanted to keep my "ace in the hole" in the hole.
I never saw the Deputy drive up, I didn’t hear the 870 get racked either (blows that intimidation theory). “If you are through having fun, can I play now?†â€. Asked the Deputy.
I did get to put the cable ties on him tho’. . I did volunteer the info to Deputy. “Yeah ok , that’s cool…I figure your legal and didn’t you used to...ain’t you a friend of…†( no big deal and not important)
“Why didn’t’ you just shoot him, and save the taxpayers some money†he asked. I replied, “well I didn’t want problem #2 if could be avoided…but I had that option real close at the top of my “next “ of things to do if circumstances dictated.
Deputy pulls out a little Keltec .32 from BF’s backpocket. “ Like if he had produced this?â€
Great.
Well enough time has passed, and can say the daughter is doing well in another place, with Big sister and new job. BF is not doing so well…he didn’t mind beating up on petite women , but he really don’t like grown men beating up on him in his new place of residence.
The Deputy was cool and I was always Okay as far as he witnessed it and wrote it up. The Daddy being a witness was a bonus. I have replaced the ceramic coffee cup - a certain hard head broke.
Still trying to figure out this being a nice guy dealie….and just who or what I pissed off at sometime in my life. This bad Karma wears on a body , and mind as one gets older.
I rec’d a phone call from the daughter, I guess we needed to vent to each other after the fact. Thought maybe some folks would get something from me sharing; that or some folks get to chew my butt out ...whatever.
I don’t know who or what I pissed off in another life, but when does bad Karma wear off? This being a nice guy – well – maybe I need to re-think this.
I have, amongst others burrs , a burr under my saddle called Domestic Violence. So when asked if I could use my truck to move some furniture from the daughter’s place on the same piece of property as the Parent’s I said yes.
Daughter has a chance to leave town and live with her Sister. Job opportunities, getting away from an abusive boyfriend makes good sense. Her Daddy has had minor knee surgery, the momma is about to have the same minor surgery.
Well we all know how well Restraining Orders work on protecting folks. So being a small rural town, the daddy knows and asks that one of the Deputies show up if and when can.
Daughter and I finish up; Deputy hasn’t shown yet, caught with other obligations. Thirty seconds more and the daughter would have been off property. Here comes the BF driving like a maniac dust everywhere. Dammit to hell…I holler for her to take off in her car and head anywhere – just get gone -just get away! She heads out and little did I know there was a little farm road that went off property as she sped away out back of property. [ Front of property BF direction, and I figured she'd just cut some distance all I cared about]
Well here he comes , and I remind him he is under RO. Well just my luck he is a “ big old boyâ€. I’m 6’ 170 # and out of shape. Well “ a little guy can beat a big guy if he is in the right and keeps coming at himâ€. Yeah well whoever wrote it , did not do so looking at 6’ 3†and I’m guessing 200 – 220 #.
I really don’t want to Rodeo, I ain’t getting younger. I really hate the thought of problem #2…He does have a Quart bottle of beer…brain does a quick legal thinking…In fear of myself and opponent has a “weaponâ€. The Daddy is up now with all the ruckus, he is using the phone ( I find out later to the Deputy en-route on cell phone) .
Well hell…he charges and I chuck my ceramic coffee cup at him as hard as can. Thank Gawd for Little League as a kid. Down he goes. Now I am keeping distance circling…thinking okay that worked now what the hell I’m I gonna do next. If I run the possibility of parents getting hurt is a real concern…I won’t do that.
So up he gets and charges…Well hell I played football little league ( okay quarter back and end) but I can do this. Head down and inside I go pin him against his vehicle, using my knee to chest a bunch of times. My hands, well one was pushing his head up and away and my other had a death grip on his throat. For some reason he did not use his fists on me. Too busy trying to remove my hands. Who knows…stuff like this happening so fast. Well my brain was racing about- what now/ next? I decided to shut his door on his leg. [ loud crunch sound] That worked.
At no time did I feel my CCW was going to be used against me. It was well concealed, but accessible. Nobody knew I was carrying. I really wanted to keep my "ace in the hole" in the hole.
I never saw the Deputy drive up, I didn’t hear the 870 get racked either (blows that intimidation theory). “If you are through having fun, can I play now?†â€. Asked the Deputy.
I did get to put the cable ties on him tho’. . I did volunteer the info to Deputy. “Yeah ok , that’s cool…I figure your legal and didn’t you used to...ain’t you a friend of…†( no big deal and not important)
“Why didn’t’ you just shoot him, and save the taxpayers some money†he asked. I replied, “well I didn’t want problem #2 if could be avoided…but I had that option real close at the top of my “next “ of things to do if circumstances dictated.
Deputy pulls out a little Keltec .32 from BF’s backpocket. “ Like if he had produced this?â€
Great.
Well enough time has passed, and can say the daughter is doing well in another place, with Big sister and new job. BF is not doing so well…he didn’t mind beating up on petite women , but he really don’t like grown men beating up on him in his new place of residence.
The Deputy was cool and I was always Okay as far as he witnessed it and wrote it up. The Daddy being a witness was a bonus. I have replaced the ceramic coffee cup - a certain hard head broke.
Still trying to figure out this being a nice guy dealie….and just who or what I pissed off at sometime in my life. This bad Karma wears on a body , and mind as one gets older.
I rec’d a phone call from the daughter, I guess we needed to vent to each other after the fact. Thought maybe some folks would get something from me sharing; that or some folks get to chew my butt out ...whatever.