Anyone actually used a gun for defense or emergency?

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Not me, but my parents. They live on the outskirts a very small town in Northern Michigan. A few months ago, my mother woke up in the middle of the night to the noise of someone trying to open the sliding glass door on the back of the house. She woke up my dad, who retrieved his A.H. Fox SxS 12ga (I know its an odd choice for an HD gun, but he loves it, and is VERY familiar with it) and released the dog from his crate. Dog immediately ran out to the back door and started barking. Dad walked out to investigate a minute later, and there was nobody there. He said he let the dog out, and the dog ran to the back of the fence and sniffed all around for quite a while. My dad can either be the nicest guy you have ever met, or the scariest SOB you have ever seen. Mom said that he walked out onto the back porch in his underwear, fired one round into the air and yelled "Come back MF'er, Ive got a present for ya!" Apparently home invasions are on the rise in the area with people entering homes trying to get prescription drugs.

Lessons learned:
Dont crate your dog at night.
Dad is a little nuts.
 
made it legal 09/24/08....She and the kids shoot now too! and thanks for the kind words
 
Several times over the years.

AR, Mini-14, 16 ga SxS, and a Sig 239 are the ones I've actually had out for serious business.

Thankfully have not had to pull the trigger to stop something from happening, and hope I never do.
 
My work partner and I were making an old mine building somewhat habitable in the wilderness of the Northwest Territories, planning to stay there for a couple months for some claim-assessment work.

The first morning we were there, I let my husky pup out and went back to bed. I soon heard the dog barking in a most-unusual way, so got up and grabbed a .303 #5 Mk I carbine on the way to the door. The dog ran between my legs as soon as it opened, closely followed by a large black bear.

The muzzle of the rifle was only a foot or so from the bear at the first shot, which was QUICKLY followed by three or four more rounds....I'll honestly swear that there were several empties in the air before the first one hit the ground. The bear died only a couple of feet from my toes. Pity my partner, who was blissfully asleep a few feet from the muzzle when this all began!

I had a Ruger .44 revolver hanging on a nail beside the rifle, and it probably would have worked equally well, but I'm still glad I grabbed the .303.
 
Dad is a little nuts.

If all it takes is going outside in a shotgun and your skivvies then I must be nuts, too.

I caught a peeping tom which turned out to be my neighbor's juvenile delinquent offspring. He was peeping in the bedroom on myself and my ex-wife. I should have been more THR, less hot headed and called the police. :banghead: Instead I had her call while I ran outside with the 870 and not much else. I did catch him and I stood by my ex-wife, shotgun over the shoulder calmly discussing the matter with his very understanding and ex LEO parents...in a towel (that my then wife graciously brought out) with a marine magnum over my shoulder.
 
Hi FatPants,

Dad is a little nuts.

The story is told of my late uncle hearing a car pull up to the gasoline pump at 2 AM. He rushed out the door with a 44 caliber revolver wearing a pair of undershorts and his hat. It was said in a pinch he would have neglected to put on the undershorts.

My late uncle disliked having people steal from him.
 
I imagine there are plenty of naked/skivvies stories. Hell, I sleep in my boxers and usually naked if my girlfriend is in the bed. If someone ever meets the end of my barrel in the middle of the night it's about a 50% chance they'll be meeting the end of something else as well...
 
I have had to pull a gun three times in non war time. I lived in California the first time. This was well before their gun laws got so bad you can't have a gun to pull. I was actually on my way home form the range up at Laguna Secca and was in Salinas leaving my buddy's house when I had to pull in a little gas station on Hiway 68 for gas. There were no other cars in the station and i parked at the first available pump on the outside row as I pulled in.

I had the hose in my tank already pumping gas when Mexican field worker pulled in behind me in a beat up rough sounding van. He got out and with and aggressive tone and look on his face told me to move to the next pump. I told him I was almost done filling up and he ordered me to pull forward. I said no you go to another pump. He got all puffed up and got in his van.

BTW all this he was telling me was in Spanish which I understood at the time...kind of still do!

Anyway, he gets back out of the van with a sawed off baseball bat and a tire iron and starts coming towards me which is when I pulled the 1911 from my holster and pointed it between him and the ground and told him to stop....you NEVER saw a guy get nicer quicker than he did! TOTAL de-escalation of the entire event! He put both weapons down, started backing off apologizing and got in his van and left .... a CHP showed up in about ten seconds by coincidence, and the attendant who saw and heard everything told the cop the story and the cop went off down the road after him. I was going the same way when I saw the guy pulled over down the road cuffed being put in the back of the car....I just honked, waved, and went home.....


The other two times were when I caught someone in our dealership who were street people who came in looking for something to steal.
 
A friend of mine got held up at gun point, but said she would have never had time to pull out a weapon because it all happened so fast. She said all you think about is your life and how you can make the situation end. I think that no matter how prepared you are the chances of using your weapon decrease when you are under pressure.

Be Aware
 
My Story

This happened many years ago. Wife and I lived in a back street neighborhood between Baltimore and Annapolis. It was a two level house that we were renting in a dark (no street lights) area, Little tavern at the street end, small grocery store. About 2 AM in the morning I hear a noise on the back screened in porch. From the bedroom window, I can see two figures wearing stocking caps ... weird in the summer... I couldn't see what they were attempting, but they were at the top of the steps in front of the outside screen door. I reached under the bed pulled out the 12Ga. Beretta o/u dropped in two double ought shells that were in the nite stand and awakened my wife telling her to call 911. Meanwhile, I went down the hall through the kitchen to the laundry room that had the house's back door opening to the porch. By this time, the 2 ne'er do wells had made their way across the porch to the house back door, and I could see the bigger fella poking a huge screw driver between the door jamb and the door lock plate in an attempt to pop the door open.

I placed the shotgun on the top edge of the appliance white washer/dryer and reached up for the light switch. At this point you wouldn't have been able to pound a toothpick up my backside with a 10 pound hammer. Although the moment was very very short, it seemed like minutes. As soon as I flipped the light on the big guy looked directly at me and saw the double barrels pointing at him. He was gone faster than a squirrel with a snarling Doberman bearing down.

About 8 or 10 minutes later the police showed up. They surveyed the area, but said there was little they could do.

Too bad... remember that tavern I mentioned at the beginning? About a month later, 2 AM in the morning a duo (don't know it to be the same guys, but you draw your own conclusions) they broke into the place, waitress/owner cleaning up counting proceeds, put up a fight and she didn't make it - tire iron to side of head was fatal. After that, a wide area search finally caught, tried and convicted both on murder charges.

There but for the grace of God....

Police are good guys don't get me wrong, but they most often show up after the crime, they do not prevent it. What the event taught me was that every situation presents its own scenario. Be prepared! I suppose I could have stayed in the bedroom, but I didn't. In our present home, everyone sleeps upstairs. Anyone coming up the stairs are a threat. Downstairs, they can haul off as much as they like til the police show up, but come up the stairs.... not gonna happen.

KKKKFL
 
which is when I pulled the 1911 from my holster and pointed it between him and the ground and told him to stop....you NEVER saw a guy get nicer quicker than he did! TOTAL de-escalation of the entire event!

Further proof of Bodel's third theorem- the speed of an aggressive man to a reasonable man is directly proportional to the size of the hole at the end of the barrel.
 
Twice for me. First time, I had been cleaning my little double 20 ga and had it by the bed. Middle of the night, heard the front door being broken in. Guy came into the bedroom just as I swung the shotgun from where it was laying. Guys eyes got as big as saucers! He was drunk, slurred some apology and left. Good thing as the shotgun wasn't loaded! Second time, I had evicted a druggie from a rental house that I was moving back into. Heard an old Harley pull into the drive and saw it was a couple of my former renters buddies. I grabbed my 870 and stood inside a close door from the entry porch waiting for them to come in. They didn't disappoint me. When they opened the door, I chambered a round. They stopped dead in their tracks and stammered a question about where their buddy was. I told them I didn't know and didn't care. They decided real quick to get out of there! Word traveled real fast and I never had another problem. This was all in a rural town of less than 750 people! To this day, I still like the intimidating factor of a shotgun for home defense.
 
I would like to point out that chambering a round was effective BECAUSE it was expected escalation, and S-hound, did you already had one chambered?

So, the rack of a slide, is a deterrent, just not quite as good as a loaded gun.
 
Great stories everyone!
When I'm home alone I will take out my Smith Airweight .38Spl and keep that close. I've heard some strange noises before and almost got my AK out to investigate, but I guess those noises are always just the house......

@Tully M. Pick
Ok I know right where those places are. I was askin cause my summer home is in Wisconsin. It's about 60 miles north of Green Bay, in a town called Crivitz, where I do all my shooting.
 
woman I knew named Susan was in the midst of an ugly divorce. Her soon to be ex came to her house drunk and was breaking in via the front door. She warned him that if he did she would shoot him with the .22 rifle that she was holding. He broke the glass of the french door (yes it was an outside door) and reached in to unlatch the lock. She drilled him in the middle of the chest at a range of 3 feet. He cursed, fell back and lay on his back on the front porch.

The police had already been called and when they showed up he was still lying on the porch smoking what he thought was his last cigarette. The minuscule 22 hit the sternum and didn't penetrate. They didn't even wait for an ambulance, just put him in the squad car and took him to the hospital where they cleaned the wound, put on a band aid size bandage. The same officers took him to jail.

She decided not to press charges as he couldn't pay alimony or child support if he was in prison so he was released the next day.

My brother married her not long after that and the first thing he did was buy her a j frame in 38 special.

Of course I teased him about how that act might be his undoing. (of course she was totally justified)

Interestingly enough she divorced my brother too and the two ex husbands became friends, both pining her loss.

I don't know what they saw in her but damn...they sure saw it.
 
I did, when I was 12 years old.

My mother and father and I were watching TV in our front room and heard a loud thump from the kitchen. My dad got up to investigate, and being a 12 year old boy, I followed right along. He looked all around and could find nothing. Just as we were about to abondon the search we heard it again and it was coming from the window area, about the sink. My dad goes over and pulls open the curtains and there is a face staring back at us. My dad yells at the guy to stay where he is, then turns to me and says "Go grab your shotgun." I ran to my room, about 20 feet away and grabbed my shotgun from behind the door, three shells (000buck) to put in the gun and stuffed a few more in my pockets. I came back into the kitchen loading it and expecting my dad to take it away from me. Instead he says "I'm going out to get him, if he breaks through that window, shoot him." Now the blood is really pumping.

My dad goes outside and drags the guy around to the front. When I run to the front porch I see my dad standing over the guy. The fella was dressed in a Tuxedo, and covered in mud. He also stank to high heaven of sour mash. We waited almost 10 minutes for the cops to get there, all the while i was sitting on the porch with my shotgun and my dad standing over him like the lord himself. When the cops got there and sorted it out it turns out the fella lived a block over. He was at a wedding reception and got drunk as a skunk, got out of line, and got himself thrown out. He thought he was climbing into the back window of his house, as his wife was sleeping in the front room waiting for him to come home(they had some marital problems, if you can imagine that).

In the end my dad did not press charges, as the guy did not mean to harm anyone, and actually, was a good guy in life. He just made some radical mistakes. I can still remember the cop telling the guy "Monte, if you would have broke that window, that young man would have shot you. With the gun he has, we would have been picking up pieces. You better think next time."

Thats my story of using a gun in defense. I am quite a bit older now, but havent had to use one in defense since I was 12.
 
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