MikeNice
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This happened about three weeks ago. I wanted to post it up earlier. However I waited to get the official all clear first. I was finally told that no charges would be pressed. So, now I will discuss.
It was a Saturday afternoon at the local monster-mega-warehouse club. The parking lot was packed and the closest parking space was about ¾ of the way across the parking lot. I parked as close as possible, locked up and headed in. The walk across the asphalt ocean was uneventful.
I did my shopping and headed out to the car with a cart full of items. About half way across the parking lot a guy walked past me. He was heading in the opposite direction. He had a cell phone in his hand and looked like the typical working class guy. His clothes weren’t dirty, but they showed a little age. He hadn’t shaved, but it was still just stubble. He could have been anybody. He did not stick out of the crowd.
He walked past and I heard him let out a curse. I looked over my shoulder and he was patting his pockets. I thought, “I bet he locked his keys in the car. That sucks.” Then I just kept right on trucking. A couple of seconds later I heard him walking up behind me. I didn’t think twice. I just assumed he was going back to his car, wherever it was. Then I realized he was keeping near perfect pace beside me.
I pushed the cart over a little to create some space. I looked at him and he made eye contact. I nodded and said hi. He nodded and looked away. Then I heard him say, “hey buddy.” It wasn’t a whisper it was just slightly lower than conversational. So, I looked over to see if he was on the phone or talking to me. I looked over and he had a knife in his left hand. It was low and near his body. It was displayed just enough to make sure I noticed it. When he saw me look he said something like, “how about helping me out with a few bucks.”
Luckily he was pacing me on my left hand side. So, his body was between the knife and me. To get me he would have needed to pivot and thrust. That is probably the main thing that worked in my favor.
I practically jumped to the right and pulled the cart between us. I turned so that I was facing him and my back was towards the parked cars. Everything slowed down to a crawl. It felt like my body was moving through cold molasses. A million thoughts were pounding through my head extremely fast. I might as well have not even been thinking at all. I was just backpedaling and trying to get my bearings. Then I felt my legs bang against the bumper of a car. That is when the fight instinct took over.
I reached in to my pocket and pulled out my revolver. I brought it up and in to the ready position. My stance wasn’t worth a crap. But the gun was pointed at his chest, somewhere between his sternum and nipples. It felt like it took hours, but I know it was less than two or three seconds.
By the time the gun was on target he was just getting his hand on the cart to shove it out of the way. However, he saw the gun and froze. We stood there staring at each other. He said something I couldn’t understand, or just don’t remember. I told him, “you’ll die.” He backed up with his hands up. He kept saying pointless stuff trying to ask for mercy. Then I shouted, “go, just <deleted> go.” He dropped the knife and took off running.
I didn’t think to holster the gun. When there was a decent amount of distance between us I walked around the cart to secure the knife and call 911. Unfortunately someone saw me walking with the gun and called the cops before I did.
The first cop was there pretty quick. Fortunately, I had holstered the gun. However, I waved him down because he was just circling the parking lot. He pulled up and I guess he recognized me from the description the caller made. He hopped out of the car and kept the door between us. He had his gun out and ordered me to put my hands behind my head. Then he ordered me to get on my knees. I told him my name and said that I was a CCH permit holder. He kept me like that until a second unit arrived.
Then they approached and the second officer shoved me to the ground with his foot. He was yelling, “where’s the gun” over and over. I was shocked to say the least. I told him it was in my pocket. I also told him that I had my CCH permit in my wallet. He told me to shut up. He searched me and pulled my gun out. Then he handcuffed me and stood me up.
I was exasperated. I asked what the problem was. He asked me if I liked running around waving guns at people. I started with a curse word and then said “he was trying to rob me. What was I supposed to do?” By this time a third cop has arrived and he actually was paying attention and knows that an attempted robbery was called in shortly after the gun sighting was called in. It takes a couple minutes of them talking amongst themselves to figure out what was going on.
Unfortunately cop number two was the senior officer. He started talking about charging me with disorderly conduct, going armed to terrorize the public, and causing a public disturbance. He didn’t ask me for a description of the criminal or a statement until he had berated me for several minutes. He made sure to let me know that I could have killed “a dozen people” by “waving” my gun around. (It is a revolver with well under a dozen rounds.)
I tried to explain that I had the gun at low ready while I tried to find and secure the knife. It was evidence of the attempted robbery. I wanted them to have it just in case the robber tried to call in and report me for pulling a gun on him. He then made sure that I knew securing a crime scene was not my duty and I had no legal authority to use force to secure a crime scene. Explaining that he misunderstood me seemed pointless.
Eventually he took my statement and turned me loose. He also told me he was going to “consult” with the DA’s office about pressing charges. He told me a whole list of things I could be charged with. A second lecture on gun safety followed, then he turned me loose.
I had to go down to the police station Friday and make another statement. I also had to identify the guy that tried to rob me. It seems they caught him later that afternoon trying to break in to cars in another part of the parking lot. I don’t know why it took them three weeks to tie the events together. However, they did and I’m surprised they ever did really.
I told the cop that took my second statement what happened at the scene. I then asked if I was facing charges for my actions. He checked and said that I wasn’t. As far as he could see no complaint had been filed against me.
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I know I went way beyond just the initial encounter. I just wanted to provide an overview of the whole process. A lot of people think about the moment they pull the gun. Hopefully people see that there is more to use of force, or the threat of force.
Any tips on handling it better? Any thing that stands out as a point for discussion?
One of the things that suprises me is my reaction time. I've pulled a gun in defense before. It was under different circumstances. I had a little more of a chance to think and prepare before acting. It wasn't so much of a suprise.
It was a Saturday afternoon at the local monster-mega-warehouse club. The parking lot was packed and the closest parking space was about ¾ of the way across the parking lot. I parked as close as possible, locked up and headed in. The walk across the asphalt ocean was uneventful.
I did my shopping and headed out to the car with a cart full of items. About half way across the parking lot a guy walked past me. He was heading in the opposite direction. He had a cell phone in his hand and looked like the typical working class guy. His clothes weren’t dirty, but they showed a little age. He hadn’t shaved, but it was still just stubble. He could have been anybody. He did not stick out of the crowd.
He walked past and I heard him let out a curse. I looked over my shoulder and he was patting his pockets. I thought, “I bet he locked his keys in the car. That sucks.” Then I just kept right on trucking. A couple of seconds later I heard him walking up behind me. I didn’t think twice. I just assumed he was going back to his car, wherever it was. Then I realized he was keeping near perfect pace beside me.
I pushed the cart over a little to create some space. I looked at him and he made eye contact. I nodded and said hi. He nodded and looked away. Then I heard him say, “hey buddy.” It wasn’t a whisper it was just slightly lower than conversational. So, I looked over to see if he was on the phone or talking to me. I looked over and he had a knife in his left hand. It was low and near his body. It was displayed just enough to make sure I noticed it. When he saw me look he said something like, “how about helping me out with a few bucks.”
Luckily he was pacing me on my left hand side. So, his body was between the knife and me. To get me he would have needed to pivot and thrust. That is probably the main thing that worked in my favor.
I practically jumped to the right and pulled the cart between us. I turned so that I was facing him and my back was towards the parked cars. Everything slowed down to a crawl. It felt like my body was moving through cold molasses. A million thoughts were pounding through my head extremely fast. I might as well have not even been thinking at all. I was just backpedaling and trying to get my bearings. Then I felt my legs bang against the bumper of a car. That is when the fight instinct took over.
I reached in to my pocket and pulled out my revolver. I brought it up and in to the ready position. My stance wasn’t worth a crap. But the gun was pointed at his chest, somewhere between his sternum and nipples. It felt like it took hours, but I know it was less than two or three seconds.
By the time the gun was on target he was just getting his hand on the cart to shove it out of the way. However, he saw the gun and froze. We stood there staring at each other. He said something I couldn’t understand, or just don’t remember. I told him, “you’ll die.” He backed up with his hands up. He kept saying pointless stuff trying to ask for mercy. Then I shouted, “go, just <deleted> go.” He dropped the knife and took off running.
I didn’t think to holster the gun. When there was a decent amount of distance between us I walked around the cart to secure the knife and call 911. Unfortunately someone saw me walking with the gun and called the cops before I did.
The first cop was there pretty quick. Fortunately, I had holstered the gun. However, I waved him down because he was just circling the parking lot. He pulled up and I guess he recognized me from the description the caller made. He hopped out of the car and kept the door between us. He had his gun out and ordered me to put my hands behind my head. Then he ordered me to get on my knees. I told him my name and said that I was a CCH permit holder. He kept me like that until a second unit arrived.
Then they approached and the second officer shoved me to the ground with his foot. He was yelling, “where’s the gun” over and over. I was shocked to say the least. I told him it was in my pocket. I also told him that I had my CCH permit in my wallet. He told me to shut up. He searched me and pulled my gun out. Then he handcuffed me and stood me up.
I was exasperated. I asked what the problem was. He asked me if I liked running around waving guns at people. I started with a curse word and then said “he was trying to rob me. What was I supposed to do?” By this time a third cop has arrived and he actually was paying attention and knows that an attempted robbery was called in shortly after the gun sighting was called in. It takes a couple minutes of them talking amongst themselves to figure out what was going on.
Unfortunately cop number two was the senior officer. He started talking about charging me with disorderly conduct, going armed to terrorize the public, and causing a public disturbance. He didn’t ask me for a description of the criminal or a statement until he had berated me for several minutes. He made sure to let me know that I could have killed “a dozen people” by “waving” my gun around. (It is a revolver with well under a dozen rounds.)
I tried to explain that I had the gun at low ready while I tried to find and secure the knife. It was evidence of the attempted robbery. I wanted them to have it just in case the robber tried to call in and report me for pulling a gun on him. He then made sure that I knew securing a crime scene was not my duty and I had no legal authority to use force to secure a crime scene. Explaining that he misunderstood me seemed pointless.
Eventually he took my statement and turned me loose. He also told me he was going to “consult” with the DA’s office about pressing charges. He told me a whole list of things I could be charged with. A second lecture on gun safety followed, then he turned me loose.
I had to go down to the police station Friday and make another statement. I also had to identify the guy that tried to rob me. It seems they caught him later that afternoon trying to break in to cars in another part of the parking lot. I don’t know why it took them three weeks to tie the events together. However, they did and I’m surprised they ever did really.
I told the cop that took my second statement what happened at the scene. I then asked if I was facing charges for my actions. He checked and said that I wasn’t. As far as he could see no complaint had been filed against me.
******
I know I went way beyond just the initial encounter. I just wanted to provide an overview of the whole process. A lot of people think about the moment they pull the gun. Hopefully people see that there is more to use of force, or the threat of force.
Any tips on handling it better? Any thing that stands out as a point for discussion?
One of the things that suprises me is my reaction time. I've pulled a gun in defense before. It was under different circumstances. I had a little more of a chance to think and prepare before acting. It wasn't so much of a suprise.
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