Anyone actually Been in a "Situation?"

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This is actually very interesting - as the .22 caliber was reasonable in that context.

Getting a Glock with a 33rounder out - would have resulted in a bloody mess.


Everyone seems to prepare for Ice-T and his whole gang
stormin your house.... i guess in 98% of cases it will
be Teenagers, drunk idiots and the like....

Don´t underestimate the .22 - it sent them to the ER
AND this is fortunately not Iraq.
 
Three times. Two were non-shooting, one was not.

Once a guy opened the passenger door and got in my station wagon at a stop sign. (Yes, I now keep my car doors locked. This was in the mid-'70's. "You gonna give me a ride!" I explained that I didn't give people I didn't know rides. He believed me, or he believed the Condition 0 Argentine M1927 .45 Auto in my left hand. He apologized, got out and locked my door for me.

The most recent incident was fourteen years ago after I retired from the Army and was delivering pizzas while I looked for a good job. I went up to a house with a large pepperoni pizza (Funny how you remember details, isn't it?), and a drunk answered the door. I told him how much it was, and he said, "How 'bout I just beat your ass and take the pizza?" When he heard the click-click of the itty-bitty Beretta 950S under the pizza box, he told me he was "just kidding, gave me a ten, and I handed over the pizza. He never saw the Beretta. I went by the house and swapped it out for my S&W Model 65.

I believe I've already described the shooting incident and don't care to discuss it further.

ECS
 
I've been in two situations where I believe I'd have been justified in shooting. The first occurred right after I got my CCW. I was walking down the downtown area at about 9pm on a cool late summer Saturday. I was about 5 blocks from where I was living at the time. It was early dusk, and I was heading away from the bustling bar and restaurant part of downtown where there were people sitting outside drinking and eating.

I was about a block from all the downtown festivities when I noticed a car stopped (engine on with four occupants) at the corner as I approached. I decided to walk closer to the building and observe them casually. As I became parallel with the vehicle, the guy in the passenger seat started staring at me. He glanced at the driver, and then they pulled around the corner in front of me. I kept watching the passenger, who quickly pulled what looked to me to be a Glock or other squarish black pistol.

There was a large brick tree planter standing about 2' high between me and the road (and their car). I instinctively ducked down behind it and realized I had my hand on my pistol. I kept my head down until the car passed by, ran across the street, and then called the cops.

Second time was while living at the same place, in my home, at about 2am. I was just getting to bed, and had just started to fall asleep. My wife shook me awake (I'm a really deep sleeper) and told me someone was banging on the door, trying to get in (which I subsequently heard). I jumped out of bed, grabbed my pistol, and ducked my head out of the bedroom (where I can see the front door). The door was open (broken door jam), and the only thing keeping this person out was the chain. The hall light was on and I could see a scrawny person on the other side. I very, very strongly suggested they had the wrong apartment and that it was safer for them to leave, and they (apparently being drunk) took a while to figure me out. I didn't realize that it was just a confused drunk until after he spoke.

In both cases it took me a number of hours to calm down enough to go to sleep.
 
This is why the late Jeff Cooper advised to get TWO of the same type of pistol you carry. If one is tied up for months in court, you have a similar one RIGHT NOW.

The old Colonel had some GREAT advice, bless his soul.
 
Yes and it proved to me that I could infact take another human life in defense of my own, should that be the last resort.

I was about to enter my 2nd floor hotel room, in one of the hotel chains that the doors face the parking lot. I had just come up the stairs in the breezeway, and there was no one there. I stopped at tmy door, 2 doors down from the breezway, set down my bags, slid the key card in, opened the door, grabbed my bags and as I started in I noticed movement to my right. As I turned to face the movement I realized it was a very large man raising a piece of pipe above his head. I drew my 4" 1911 and as I brought it to his center of mass, he made a 180 and was headed back down the stairs screaming "don't shoot, don't shoot" and did so until he ran out of sight. I am glad he retreated as he was no more than 3 feet away when he changed direction & I had already started pressure on the trigger. I walked inside, locked the door, and called the police. I did not sleep a wink all that night.
 
I was out on the road late one night.. coming home from a long work trip.

Stopped at a gas station for some fuel and caffeine, and there was a guy in the parking lot not acting right. He was on the pay phone and intermittently talking nonsense to myself and one other patron buying fuel.

Another car pulls up and a guy gets out right across the pump from me. The guy starts hollering at him and in a low voice I mention that the guy isn't right in the head.

He responds, "Dats my partner yo." Well ****.

I had selected pay inside, so I have to either go inside... past the crazy on the payphone, or wait in my truck until they both leave to pay so I am not driving off without paying for my fuel. I don't like either scenario.

So I go in, and head to the back of the store to grab a coke... because I am trying to delay walking back out and dealing with either of them. (The coke was the reason I had opted to pay inside.)

Well the two of them come into the store... and are now between me and the door. Evidently the store clerk either knew of them from before or was getting the same bad vibes I was. He was looking very nervous.

There are several rows of shelves between myself and the scumbags... and they aren't paying any attention to me. One of them starts yelling and the clerk runs and locks himself in the office behind the counter. He is obviously calling the cops (i could see him through the window). At this point I am trying to decide at what point I am going to shoot these guys. If they advance towards me OR at the point that I see a weapon of any sort.

Luckily they are spooked by the guy calling the cops and run out of the store. The cop gets there literally 30 seconds after they pulled away... he hauls butt after them.

I had my 225 in an IWB and a spare mag. Never drew or cleared my cover garment.

I know I should have NEVER gone in the store. But I didn't know how long the yahoos would be keeping me there waiting. My cell phone was in the truck and I didn't have valid cause to call the cops before I went in.


Eye opening.
 
I pulled my gun on a dog once when I was biking, but I talked him down.

I found a toddler in the road a couple of years ago while riding my Harley. I carred the boy to the nearest house and knocked on the front door. The woman who answered didn't seem concerned when I told her were I found the child and only after I asked did she admit it was her child. I handed the child over, she closed the door and her Rottweiler attacked me! I managed to keep him at a distance and backed off the property while holding my gun on the snarling, barking dog and yelling for the owner to come rescue me. Unbelievably the people never even looked out of their window!!!

Later I phoned the cops and reported the incident. They filed a report about the child and told me I should have shot the dog.
 
I'v had several incidences (most of them work related- a couple non) that came close to rounds being fired and one in which they were. Iv had several that would easily have been justified shoots. Sadly most of these came about because of my choice to take an LEO career. The one thing I have learned from these situations is that it can happen and people do face these type of things every day. And guess what - No matter how much training you have it doesn't completely prepare you for the situation. I have always come through ok and I can thank my training and a large amount of luck for that. But the one thing that I do now that I never did when I started my LEO career, was constand mental conditioning. You have to contanstly play the what-if game. You have to be looking ahead at every corner and every doorway. You have to mentally be one step ahead or you could lose. Also - let the emotions come afterwards. Be ready for weak knees and a sick stomach. Dont feel bad if you feel bad. Dont feel bad if you feel good(hey- you survived!) I almost killed a man several years ago when he tried to gut me with a steak knife. I was surprised that I felt almost no emotion over the incident for several days afterwards. It hit me later that I had conditioned myself to block out those emotions. I had to make myself consider the what-if's and make myself deal properly with the emotions. Looking back on it Im glad I didn't kill him - I could have and it would have been a clean shoot - i was critsized for not killing him by co-workers and supervisors - but - I made the decision and i have to live with it. - Iv made peace with that and I can move on - And thats the reality everyone who carries a gun must face. You must be able to make peace withyourself after a situation. Don't worry about what the cops or courts say. Make sure your ok with what happened and if your not then you need to get some help to deal with the emotions. Its not weak - Its what needs to be done.

You need to allow yourself to go over the situation and ask yourself what could have happened, and what almost happened. What would you do different? Be cautious. Never let your guard down. Most threats can be seen at a distance.

Ok - ill stop rambling now! Foremost - Stay Safe!
 
I nuked a couple of street kids/teenagers with pepper spray.

They weren't exactly threating, but they weren't exactly nice either. It might have been a dangerous situation. I didn't wait to find out.

/The sure seemed sad that they had cussed at me and my friend.
 
Albatross:
You pepper-sprayed some kids for swearing at you?

Do you do that to everyone who uses language you don't approve of?

I hope there was more provocation then foul language on their part. If not - you are probably fortunate they didn't have you arrested.
 
I can't believe I didn't think of this one when I posted before:

I live in a ground floor apartment in a building where every unit has its own entrance. A few months the complex installed new windows. I didn't know until after the fact though that they were not yet installing blinds or that the old blinds were incompatible with the new windows (two windows replaced by a single larger one).

I didn't have anything to cover the living room window with, and they said they would have new blinds by the next week, so I decided to just leave the living room window uncovered for the time being (not my best idea).

At 2:00 or so one morning, I heard a bang. I thought one of my cats must have knocked some stuff off a table, but I was tired so I decided to worry about it in the morning. A few seconds later, I heard a really loud crash and jumped up to see what the heck they had done.

Good news: My cats were innocent and exonerated of all charges.

Bad news: Some shirtless freak had just kicked my air conditioner out of the front wall and was trying to come in after it.

Stupid news: Since I assumed the noise was a misbehaving cat, I left my Makarov in the nightstand.

Good news again: The guy saw me and immediately took off running into the night. I am indeed a fearsome sight standing there in my underwear.

I retrieved my gun in case he was dumb enough to come back, shoved the AC unit back in the wall, and called the police to report it. They arrived within a couple minutes because they were already at the complex--he had already been in another apartment.

It came to be that he had gotten inside one apartment, been chased off, tried to break into my apartment, tried to break into a third apartment at the same complex, and then tried to break into a car dealership and a bar that were nearby.

Amazingly enough considering his judgement, I don't think they caught him. On the other hand, a guy that clever will probably be caught before long for something I imagine.

Lesson: Don't make stupid assumptions that things that go bump in the night are marauding housecats. Definitely changed my outlook and mental preparedness level, so I guess it can count as a good thing.
 
A fella shot another man about 50 yards up the street from me (killed him),as I'd come back from Canada I was of course unarmed,glad that the guy did not want me dead,or I'd have gotten smoked too.

I carry everywhere I can.
 
About ten years ago I shot and killed one of a gang of assailants. The rest high-tailed it out of the area as fast as their feet could carry them, lucky for me.

My hobby is astronomy, which takes me to dark isolated places. This time I was about 20 miles out of town, way out in the boondocks. It was evening just before dusk, I had my scope already set up and was looking around with my binos when I caught some movement out of the corner of my eye. A pack of a half dozen or so BIG feral dogs was approaching from my left at a trot. They were about forty yards out and closing fast. The whole pack was the same coloration; rotty-style black with brown trim - including the brown eyebrows. They were probably second generation feral, all brothers and sisters, I figure. They clearly saw me looking straight at 'em and still kept coming, so I figured I was in their sights.

Lucky for me, I had my old Glenfield .22 rifle on the seat of the pickup. I pulled it out and drew a bead on the biggest one at about twenty yards and let him have it a few inches behind the front shoulder. He went down like a sack of potatoes. Twitched a couple of times, but that was it. The rest left at high speed. If I didn't have that trusty ol' Glenfield that evening, my only other option would have been to lock myself in the truck and wait for them to go away. I never go out w/o my 9mm auto pistol these days. :uhoh:
 
Carry pepper spray on your keychain as well. Leave yourself options besides your piece. Spray and run is much better if you're threatened by someone unarmed than brandishing the canon and deciding how to deal with the situation.
 
One and a half year after I got my permit to carry concealed I was one day suddenly approached by a madman with a deadly weapon in his hands. Needless to say I was stunned, shocked and afraid at first. Having been to the gun range several times it quickly transformed into a "I can hit that target" situation. Knowing how long time it takes to draw my handgun and how fast I can accuratley fire it, I felt that I had the situation under control within 5 seconds. The madman never came close enough but turned around and left me alone. It would otherwise have been a clean, lawful shooting.
 
I personally love a .22 for self defense and this thread shows all the reasons why. Two guys wounded that show up in the hospital and nobody actually killed. The cops catch the baddies and leave the homeowner alone. Perfect ending! Mike
 
I had a situation happen to me shortly after I got out of Navy bootcamp in Great Lakes, IL... My girlfriend, my best friend, and I had gone to a party in Chigaco somewhere in the vicinity of Wrigley. It was about 3am, and we were walking back to my car, parked about 3/4mi away... A bum stood up from behind a dumpster, obviously drunk, swaying, and slurring, pulled a switchblade and demanded our wallets.

None of us had any weapons, but he was obviously too tanked to be in his right mind, and we were young, brazen, and foolish. My friend made the mistake of opening his mouth, and egging the drunk on, I believe he said "try to take it, if you want it", and the bastard did exactly that, he lunged at my buddy, who stepped out of the way... Well the guy was practically falling over, and I'm not sure why we didn't run, but the adrenaline was pumping pretty hard by that point. He turned around and started to lunge at me, and I kicked him in the arm holding the knife, quite clumsily, but effective nonetheless, the knife cut my jeans and gashed my shin a bit, but nothing major... At the same time this happened, my friend had wound up to punch him, and did just that, rendering him unconscious. My girlfriend was on the phone with 911 by this time, and the police showed up about 3-4 minutes later, the guy still on the ground bleeding from his nose pretty bad.

Needless to say, we were warned about being in dark alleys in Chicago at 3am, and he was put into the back of the car..

It's things like this that validate CCW permits, if he had been sober, or us a little less lucky, things could have turned out a lot worse....
 
Hello,
I have been on both sides of the trigger . Both times that I have been shot were with .22 handguns.
The first time , I had a Ruger semi-auto pushed into my face. I don't remember thinking " this is what I should do " --- on impulse , I jerked my head to the side and grabbed the gun with my left hand and BOOM --- gun goes off and it feels like my hand got smacked with a ballbat !!! The slug went thru my palm and exited between my main knuckle and 2nd knuckle of my index finger. My hand must have then slipped over the barrel because I remember there were two more shots . It seemed like I punched and elbowed this guy 20 times or more before we fell to the pavement . He then "felt limp" to me and I started running to my car which was parked around the corner. My left hand felt "numb" but it worked fine as that was the hand I used to get my car keys out from my coat pocket. I got my car started and pushed the gas to the floor ---- took me 10 minutes to drive to the hospital -- wish we had cell phones back then.

A few years later , I got shot in the arm {upper bicep} from across a street with a .22 handgun --- ZIP -- slug went all the way thru my bicep to a total of about 6 inches of flesh , X-Rays showed it missed the arm bone by a few inches.

Fact 1 ---- Both times , after getting hit with a .22 -- I could still fight back.


Fact 2 --- Both times , after getting hit with a .22 ---- I didn't REALLY want to fight anymore.

Fact 3 ----- I have NEVER heard ANYONE complain that they were shot with to SMALL a bullet !!!!


Every "Situation" is a one of a kind event ---- to say " I would never draw on or shoot a unarmed thug" is a good way to get very hurt or very dead.

What if ??? After you fall down , he straddles you and beats your head into the street/pavement . What about if his "boys" decide it looks like fun and join in ??

Way I look at it ---- I ain't in the ring or going by a rulebook. If someone tries to hurt me and I can't avoid it --- I will do whatever in my power to hurt them worse.
Sorry for the long post -- GF123
 
I was staying in a company supplied motel in West Palm, a crappy Comfort Inn.... I was packing my bags in my truck on a wonderful sunny 6:30 am Sunday morning after check out. My 4 coworkers stood nearby shooting the BS waiting for me to finish, so we could go get breakfast. A guy out of nowehere showed up. I am situationally aware, borderline paranoid. Remember, paranoia is a heighten state of awareness! Anyway, this guy was on me and on something. His pupils were enormous and he was shaking and had bad BO and obviously living in a car or something. I was between a wall, a huge 10' tall bush, and my truck. I was a little bit cornered. I had eye contact with my friends, who did not seem to understand the threat level. The guy persisted that I give him a tire iron because his pregnant wife's car had a flat or some story. I asked him nice 2 times to leave me alone. He grabbed me and reached in his pocket quickly and I had to act. I had exhausted all escape routes and options to avoid conflict. When he reached into the pocket, my instict was my savior. I used a typical 4 point draw and stopped about #3 to keep him back and he got the point. Just .00001 second after I ordered him to "please back up and go away" , he turned, and a cop tazed him. I never saw the cop. He was behind my truck. My friends called the cops, instead of getting in the middle, which was ok I suppose in hind sight. I was a little bit embarrassed because of drawing in front of my co workers, who are anti gun, but I slept ok that night too. The bottom line is my multiple schools and training made a situation better for me. The guy had a stolen knife from a pawn shop in his pocket. The cop questioned me and asked if I was legal to carry. I indicated yes, and that I am holstering, so he did not get spooked. He was a veteran cop, and simply said " nice setup, you had good judgement, this guy is a scum bag and on parole."
I hated every second of that incident, and was rattled a bit, but in the end, I had no problem with the way I acted, and a seasoned LEO did not either... I hope it never ever happens again. The old saying "don't pull it unless you are willing to pull it" really is true. I was prepared. But not until I knew I could not run from the situation or verbally defuse it.
 
The last "situation" I had was in '83 or '84, driving back from a friend's military Explorer post which he ran through the Missouri Army National Guard at Jefferson Barracks. A friend and I were heading back to Fort Knox when a guy tried to run us off I-44 by weaving back and forth in front of us and slowing down. I got my friend's HK93 out of the back of the car, loaded it and pointed it at the guy. My friend then hit the dome light. The guy took off at faster than light speed. Back then if there were cell phones, only guys like Donald Trump and T. Boone Pickens had them. We were in the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night. It was be ready to shoot or be ready to be carjacked and possible murdered. Serial killer Alton Coleman was on the road at the same time.

I went hunting in Missouri last week and the week before. The only time I wasn't carrying my Norinco M1911 while on the road was passing through that pest hole, Illinois.
 
Some years back while living in rural N GA mountains,my wife and I heard someone (two people) on the front porch using flashlights about our window. The lights of our room were still on.I got my 9MM,turned the outside lights on as they jumped off the front porch.My wife called 911 and the deputy was there in under ten minutes. I held them at gunpoint about 10 yards from me. The deputy hauled them off. Byron
 
Yes.
More than one, and my first was at a young age.

I was raised a certain way, and my lessons on staying safe, and practiced plans started early. It was said I had "knacks" even as wee brat.

I was 3 years old , in a business setting, and my lessons , with practiced plans of what to do come into play. Security was good, and adults had practiced plans, just these were all done from an adults perspective.

I am shorter, add playing and being on the floor. My little gut felt something bad when some folks entered. They did not see me, but I could see them, and from a kids perspective.

I kept hid, using furniture to keep me out of sight and got an adult, and insisted they come to me, in a more back area, out of sight, and did my finger to lips, for quiet.

Those men were bad men, and had guns.

I did not have to be told, still I went to a safe place where bullets could not hurt me.

Attempted armed robbery and there was a gunfight in the business.
I was in my safe place, and I was not supposed to come out, until some special words were said.

Bad men were shot, none of my people were shot.
Special words were said, and I peeked out, and I was told again special words and assured everything was okay.

No bullets had come to where I was, but bullets had been fired into stuff, tested and verified for this very situation, and some folks had taken cover and no bullets made it through to other places designed for cover as well.

Police and Ambulance came. I am 3 years old and being mentored.
This is what real bullets to do real people.

I got to see these wounds, and I mean up close, I saw the eyes of the bad men, the pain, the screams and everything.

Business was closed for the rest of the day naturally. Police do reports, ask questions and I am asked questions.
I was the one that read some signals and got the my people, mentors, adults in action at a much earlier time.

I showed them everything I did.
This was a lot of attention for a 3 year old.
I knew about guns, I grew up around guns, and shooting and had started my own lessons with my very own .22 handgun.

Why a handgun instead of a .22 rifle for me?
Because being raised into what all I was, meant having a handgun on person.
So learn the handgun first, then I would learn the .22 , single shot rifle. Which is what I did.

I was born in 1955, so this would be 1958.

Software, not hardware.
While I was taking lessons shooting my gun, my lessons were about software.
Mentors had said I had "knacks" because of the way I acted, behaved, and did things.

Mentors, Cops, Ambulance people, and others said-
That day, my knacks, my lessons up that point, read signals early, which while there was gunfire exchanged, a much much worse situation was avoided.

Security was always being looked at, practiced plans practiced, time on the shooting range...
They added looking at things from a smaller height, and from the viewpoint of a 3 year old.

This business had a upstairs, including being able to look down, this gives another perspective.
I remember being upstairs while everyone re-played the event again, and from the upstairs viewpoint, one could not see, what I saw, and it deemed had these bad men been viewed from above, they would have missed the signals I saw.

I also remember adults getting on knees , sitting on the floor, even lying down to see what I saw from ,my perspective.

I also remember how human blood had a different coppery taste in my mouth than blood from game animals that had been shot.

This was my first serious situation.
I am not including having been around to put down a animal, or pest control around the property.

Software, not hardware.

Teach your children well, and start teaching them early.


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