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Good response, and my own "event"...
Good story, and timely for me as well. specifically, I was in downtown Yakima, Washington, a hotbed of gang activity and many gun violence incidents every month (see the news three days ago about the woman techer who was shot dead as she was waiting in a Taco Bell drive-through. Probably some sort of gang initiation event, according to the police.).
Anyhow, I was coming back from an appointment and stopped at about 11:30 am (morning, & bright and sunny to boot!), at a 7-11 to pick up a soda. As I parked my big F350 in front of this store and opened the door to get out, I noticed a bunch of gang bangers standing by the store door a few yards to the right. When I hopped out (but remained standing behind my truck door), one of them approached me on the sidewalk in front of the store, and when he was directly in front of my truck, he crouched down into a sort of Sumo wrestler position, glaring at me (or so I thought). This sent a real chill down my spine, since hey; I was just after a damned coke, FCS!
I had my J frame (.32 Mag) in my pocket, and reached in and gripped it in my hand. Then this guy started to approach me, moving towards my side of the truck and then flipped me (or so I thought) the bird! I stepped back, closed the door and simultanouesly drew the little J, and aimed it at his chest. "I think you should stop!" was all I could think to say, and you should have seen the look on his face, like he'd just been confrontd by an angry grizzly bear in the woods. Well! He yelled <deleted>, stood up and took off back to his buddies, and they all fled off the property post-haste!
Then I heard the laughter from the street sidewalk behind me. It was the other gang-banger "my" thuggo had been communicating with for who knows what reason. My guy had actually been looking past me, and I just mistakenly assumed I was the target. The gang-banger on the street thought it was all quite funny, but when I turned to him, he walked off briskly.
But for a brief moment, I was in real danger, or so I thought. Good thing I didn't reflexively fire though, and of course would not have unless he'd moved towards me, and even then I would have repeated the warning, before shooting this idiot, possibly in the knee. (But then, he'd vow to "come get'cha" when they let him out for "good behavior" in, oh, 1 - 2 years, right? Better to finish it then and there! Dead felons don't lie in court, after all... ).
Anyhow, I don't regret drawing on this toad, and am also v. glad I had that option. At 63.5, with arthritis, I'm in no mood nor condition to take on a group of thugs hand-to-hand. Only thing better would have been to have had my usual compact PARA LDA with it's more menacing .45 cal big dark bore-hole aimed at his brain-pan!
Anyhow, good call to the OP. Also in reporting it to the police. I would have done so in my little home town (they know me there!), but the Yakima Police have better things to do than take another danged report when nothing happened. I'd probably also get in some sort of hot water for having revealed a concealed weapon "in public"... On that point, don't take anything for granted about your legal rights any more; too bad, huh?
These sorts of events are more common, and as our evolving socio-economic situation grows ever worse, the baddies will surely come out of the woodwork (like termites when you fumigate for them) and will be increasingly more daring.
Good story, and timely for me as well. specifically, I was in downtown Yakima, Washington, a hotbed of gang activity and many gun violence incidents every month (see the news three days ago about the woman techer who was shot dead as she was waiting in a Taco Bell drive-through. Probably some sort of gang initiation event, according to the police.).
Anyhow, I was coming back from an appointment and stopped at about 11:30 am (morning, & bright and sunny to boot!), at a 7-11 to pick up a soda. As I parked my big F350 in front of this store and opened the door to get out, I noticed a bunch of gang bangers standing by the store door a few yards to the right. When I hopped out (but remained standing behind my truck door), one of them approached me on the sidewalk in front of the store, and when he was directly in front of my truck, he crouched down into a sort of Sumo wrestler position, glaring at me (or so I thought). This sent a real chill down my spine, since hey; I was just after a damned coke, FCS!
I had my J frame (.32 Mag) in my pocket, and reached in and gripped it in my hand. Then this guy started to approach me, moving towards my side of the truck and then flipped me (or so I thought) the bird! I stepped back, closed the door and simultanouesly drew the little J, and aimed it at his chest. "I think you should stop!" was all I could think to say, and you should have seen the look on his face, like he'd just been confrontd by an angry grizzly bear in the woods. Well! He yelled <deleted>, stood up and took off back to his buddies, and they all fled off the property post-haste!
Then I heard the laughter from the street sidewalk behind me. It was the other gang-banger "my" thuggo had been communicating with for who knows what reason. My guy had actually been looking past me, and I just mistakenly assumed I was the target. The gang-banger on the street thought it was all quite funny, but when I turned to him, he walked off briskly.
But for a brief moment, I was in real danger, or so I thought. Good thing I didn't reflexively fire though, and of course would not have unless he'd moved towards me, and even then I would have repeated the warning, before shooting this idiot, possibly in the knee. (But then, he'd vow to "come get'cha" when they let him out for "good behavior" in, oh, 1 - 2 years, right? Better to finish it then and there! Dead felons don't lie in court, after all... ).
Anyhow, I don't regret drawing on this toad, and am also v. glad I had that option. At 63.5, with arthritis, I'm in no mood nor condition to take on a group of thugs hand-to-hand. Only thing better would have been to have had my usual compact PARA LDA with it's more menacing .45 cal big dark bore-hole aimed at his brain-pan!
Anyhow, good call to the OP. Also in reporting it to the police. I would have done so in my little home town (they know me there!), but the Yakima Police have better things to do than take another danged report when nothing happened. I'd probably also get in some sort of hot water for having revealed a concealed weapon "in public"... On that point, don't take anything for granted about your legal rights any more; too bad, huh?
These sorts of events are more common, and as our evolving socio-economic situation grows ever worse, the baddies will surely come out of the woodwork (like termites when you fumigate for them) and will be increasingly more daring.
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