Any "Thank God I've Got A Gun" experience(s)?
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MedWheeler
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Not really a SD situation...
.. 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.
.. 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
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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!
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!
357WheelGun
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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.
230RN
2A was "political" when it was first adopted.
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.
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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