After reading a story in the news, I was wondering if anyone in here has ever been in a situation where he/she, fearing that things are about to go very bad, ALMOST drew their weapon on another individual.
For me...a situation occurred one night during college. My school was situated near a rather shabby part of town, and I was walking through a primarily minority-based portion of town on my way home from a late-night study session at a classmate's apartment.
To make a long story short, a bum approached me asking for money because his "truck outta gas" and his "baby girl be waitin' inside" for him. Yeah...as is I've never heard that one before. I told him "NOPE, SORRY." He muttered something nasty, and I walked away.
Anyway, he actually followed me for several blocks; I tried crossing to opposite sides of the street three times, and all three times he tailed me. I could always tell exactly where he was because something in his pockets were jingling, and he was starting to walk faster. I was getting pretty freaked out, and I lifted my shirt (I used to carry at 1:00), placing my hand on the gun's grip.
BUT, before anything nasty happened, before I could draw, the luckiest thing happened-- a group of 15-20 horribly drunk college kids from my school walked up in front of us, apparently coming from a part. I've never been that happy to see intoxicated trouble-makers.
As soon as these folks appeared, I rushed up and joined the crowd-- nasty bum behind me, for some ODD REASON, turns around and walks away. Lucky me.
And I know someone's going to say..."You should've turned and demanded that he stop following you before even considering to draw!" Sure, that sounds feasible...until you're less than five yards away from a guy who's obviously following you, and it ain't to say "Happy Birthday."
Lesson learned-- I don't walk in such parts of town anymore, I carry a backup mag always, and God Bless Drunk Fratboys.
Nip
For me...a situation occurred one night during college. My school was situated near a rather shabby part of town, and I was walking through a primarily minority-based portion of town on my way home from a late-night study session at a classmate's apartment.
To make a long story short, a bum approached me asking for money because his "truck outta gas" and his "baby girl be waitin' inside" for him. Yeah...as is I've never heard that one before. I told him "NOPE, SORRY." He muttered something nasty, and I walked away.
Anyway, he actually followed me for several blocks; I tried crossing to opposite sides of the street three times, and all three times he tailed me. I could always tell exactly where he was because something in his pockets were jingling, and he was starting to walk faster. I was getting pretty freaked out, and I lifted my shirt (I used to carry at 1:00), placing my hand on the gun's grip.
BUT, before anything nasty happened, before I could draw, the luckiest thing happened-- a group of 15-20 horribly drunk college kids from my school walked up in front of us, apparently coming from a part. I've never been that happy to see intoxicated trouble-makers.
As soon as these folks appeared, I rushed up and joined the crowd-- nasty bum behind me, for some ODD REASON, turns around and walks away. Lucky me.
And I know someone's going to say..."You should've turned and demanded that he stop following you before even considering to draw!" Sure, that sounds feasible...until you're less than five yards away from a guy who's obviously following you, and it ain't to say "Happy Birthday."
Lesson learned-- I don't walk in such parts of town anymore, I carry a backup mag always, and God Bless Drunk Fratboys.
Nip
