"Go for the gun" stories

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Deanimator

Not all of us have been in the military. I suspect that "OPFOR" means Opposition Forces, people who play the part of the enemy in some sort of war game. However, I have no clue as to what FTX means and how could a parent sabotage it and why would they even want to. Could you please explain?

Also, what happened to the guy who tried who went after you?

OPFOR = Opposing Force
FTX = Field Training Exercise

As far as wrecking that particular FTX, ONE parent whose kid had been in a MILITARY EXPLORER POST for a YEAR decided the first night of the FTX that he not only didn't want HIS kid shooting blanks through an M16, he didn't want anybody ELSE's to do it either. The Guard finally compromised with him and agreed to issue M16s without bolts, and that NOBODY would use blanks. My friend and I were active Army captains who had driven all the way from Ft. Knox to be part of the OPFOR and there was no way in the world we were going to run around going "bang! bang!". Our friend understood completely. We and an IL National Guard friend from college pulled out and ate dinner prior to returning to Ft. Knox and Chicago respectively. This was after midnight.

On the way back, a pickup full of people passed us going about 80mph. A few moments later, a little Datsun or Toyota passed us on the shoulder going about 80mph. We knew something was up, but didn't know what. A few minutes later, we passed the pickup stopped on the shoulder, with a bunch of angry looking people standing around it. A few moments later, we passed the Toyota rolling along the shoulder. He sped up, pulled onto the interstate and paced us for a few seconds, like he wanted to race. I think instead, he was sizing us up as victims. He took off and we didn't see him for a while. At that time, I got my friend's HK93 out of the soft case in the back of his Dodge Charger (the '80s version), put in a 40 round magazine and chambered a round. We didn't see the Toyota again for 5-10 minutes so I unloaded the H&K and put it back in the case. A few minutes later, we saw the Toyota again, rolling along the shoulder. This time, he pulled out, caught up with us, then cut us off. He then began slowing down while weaving from side to side so that we couldn't pass him.

We were still wearing our home-made "foreign" uniforms. I again retrieved and loaded the HK93. I told my friend, who was driving, to wait until the Toyota got right on our front bumper, then hit the dome light. Just as we were inches apart, my friend hit the dome light so that the guy in the Toyota could see a "soldier" in a "foreign" uniform pointing an "assault rifle" at him. It was like "Star Wars". The highway markers all crowded into the center of his windshield in a red shift as he made the jump to light speed. He had to have been doing 100mph when he took off, weaving back and forth with his lights off so that we couldn't see him (although we could). After a few minutes of not seeing him, I unloaded and stored the H&K. Not too much later, we saw tail lights in the distance. Slowly gaining on the vehicle at normal highway speed, we discovered that it was indeed the same car. Right about that time, he recognized us and again took off going 100mph with his lights off. This happened at least twice before he disappeared for good.

Child molester, carjacker and serial killer Alton Coleman was traveling between Evanston, IL and parts east (including Ohio) at the time. I think there's a non-zero chance that we encountered him that night.

Coleman was eventually ratted out in Evanston and arrested. He was at some point extradited to Ohio and tried for the carjacking and murder of a woman here. He was convicted and executed a few years ago. If it was him and he hadn't taken off, that woman he murdered in Ohio might still be alive.
 
Between my wife and I, and the local sheriff (usually takes them no less than 30 minutes to get here. We spent a few months clearing out meth labs from adjacent properties (some vacant) that we manage (some we own) (mobile home court out in the country). We have had guns pointed at us several times, been shot at a few times, there is more to that part that I don't want to elaborate on. We now carry at all times every where we go. Just because we wanted to clean up the place so people would want to live here. The world of trouble you open yourself up to, from the criminal element, just becuse you want to live without there crap.
 
Back in th '90's I lived in Tampa and had a job that started at 5:00 am. I was driving through the Port of Tampa (industial wasteland at the time) at about 4:30 am, it was hot as always in Florida and I had my windows open. I stopped at a red light, a few seconds later I notice some movement to my right and I see someone sticking their head into my passenger side window. In what seemed to be a split second later my G23 was pointed at him. He backed off immediately and put his hands in the air. Turns out the guy was a merchant mariner off a ship in the port and just wanted to ask directions.
 
I was fishing a very small hole once, a 4 foot long cotton mouth came right up between my legs and got about 3" short of making me talk in a higher pitch. My heritage rough rider made that cotton mouth into nice bait. Caught couple catfish that day.
 
Deanimator, a loaded HK93? No one will ever accuse you of not bringing enough gun.
Pfft, everybody knows that piddly .223 round won't even stop a ground squirrel :neener:
 
Kingofthehill - Post pictures of your pug with arsenal.

I don't have a pic of all my guns in 1 picture. I don't feel like emptying 2 "Fat Boy" safes and the other 12 i have stashed around the house :) LOL

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Gizmo says hello

You can't possibly sneak into our out of the house without her waking everyone up. She's follow an intruder around the house begging for treats and then try to get in their car as they left.

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Hearing that snake story reminded me of...

Around 1980ish, I was sharing a modular home (OK, it was a trailer…) in Ft. Walton Beach, Florida with a young lady who made her living as a dancer of sorts - we did a lot of our shopping with wads of $1 bills...
Early one morning about five minutes before the sun rose enough to turn into another hot, clammy, smothering, sweaty, humid, unbearable summer day, I went out to the front of the property to retrieve one of those big galvanized trash cans (the kind you don’t see any more), and as I lifted the empty can I heard the unmistakable buzzing of a rattlesnake.

I was from Michigan and if you'd asked me if I was scared of snakes, I'd have said "no", but then I'd never dealt with any venomous snakes... Anyway, when I lifted the can I suddenly heard the buzz of a rattler (LOUD and VERY close), I was on the verge of just freaking right out! For the life of me I could not tell which direction the sound was coming from so I just froze and with darting movements of my eyes scanned the grass all around me finding nothing. I then cautiously unfroze my head enough to look around and behind me and again could not locate the snake. By this time, the buzzing was so close and LOUD and continuous and insistent that my knees began to shake and my head got light, and I just knew that in a moment I was going to faint - and probably fall face-first on the snake… I was literally quaking with fear!
The sound appeared to be coming from inside the empty can I was holding and so I moved the can a few inches to the side and there was the snake, curled up in the flattened grass under the can - and it was a big snake! I can’t tell you how long it was, but its head was as big as my fist and its middle was as big around as my upper arms! I was holding the can a few inches above the snake and the empty can was actually amplifying the sound I was hearing, surrounding me with the loud buzzing.

At this point I was so frightened that I began to sway and feel nauseous. I was too scared to move, and too scared to stand there any longer waiting for that huge head to attach itself to my leg. I finally freaked out enough to slam the can down over the snake and I ran back into the house and got my old 12 gauge Browning Auto-5, loaded it, stuffed another ten or twelve shells in my pockets, and dashed back out the door. Being too scared to go back into the tall grass where the snake was, I jumped into my car and drove it next to the garbage can. I literally climbed out the window (no way my feet were hitting the ground anywhere near there), climbed on the trunk, leaned over the garbage can and put five shotgun blasts into the bottom. That didn’t seem like enough, so I kept reloading and shooting down into the can until I was out of shells and there wasn’t much bottom left to the can.

I then kicked over the can to find… nothing! The snake had crawled away before I got back from the house.

One of the neighbors (probably some kind of liberal!) apparently thought that standing on the trunk of a car shot-gunning a galvanized garbage can at seven in the morning was, I don’t know - undesirable behavior? So, I had to explain all this to the two state cops who showed up a bit later. They were a kinda twitchy at first, but after hearing about the snake and realizing I was a dumb Yankee, they told me not to do that any more and to just whup the snake with a big stick next time.
 
I've got a couple.
One was a few years ago when I was head back to school. Drove straight from Huntsville right into TS Fey. Well, I got to my buddy's place and was chilling around because the dorms didn't open till the next morning. So we're watching a movie and having a good time when all of a sudden lights go across the living room wall. Now, this didn't make sense because the way a car would've had to come in to put the lights where they were it would've had to literally come out of his neighbor's house.
Well, we thought that a bit strange but didn't think much of it.
A couple of minutes later, we hear a loud *thump* which sound like someone's run one of the bandsaws or something that were sitting outside into the side of the house (he was working on his roof at the time). In about 5 seconds we were sitting there, G23 and Yugo M48 at the ready. We headed outside and saw...nothing.
Shrugging that off we went back inside, a bit confused.
A few minutes later another *thump*.
Head back outside and we see a tabby cat running across the yard. :p Never did figure how that cat made that much noise.

The other incident happened this year.
I was sitting in my apartment trying to fight off a severe case of insomnia. I finally drifted off at about 0530. I hadn't been asleep for more than a couple of minutes when I wake up to an awful racket. It sounded like someone was dragging the kitchen table or couch across the tile by the front door. So, I grabbed my pistol off my desk and cleared the place. No signs of of entry, no missing items, no nothing. This had me thourghly weirded out.
I told a few friends about this about the next day or two. One of them asked me what time it happened. When I told her she had the weirdest smirk on her face. I asked her what was up with that and she told me through the bouts of laughter that I had basically drawn on the space shuttle taking off! The guys haven't really let me live that one down yet.
 
Attempted home invasion 5 months ago.

Im in a 2 bedroom apt on the 1st floor, just my fiancee and I. Dog (pug) heard the first kick to the door and woke us up.

BAM BAM BAM! I gave my fiancee the 12gugage I keep by my side and she know's how to use it. I grabbed my XD-45 and went into the kitchen looking at them kick the door in. I got to the furthest spot i could and waited for them to finish the door.

I had about 17 feet of distance with a kitchen table separating us. I wanted to be able to plug them with as many rounds as i could before they got to me.

Door held, they ran around to the sliding glass door and just wiggled it and ran off. There were 2 of them jumping into an idling ford f-150 that was backed up to my front door.

we called the cops, they caught the guys from the plate # i gave them. We moved off the 1st floor and i enrolled my fiancee in training classes with me. i have attended several schools and classes but not often do i get her to come along. That night got her to understand truly what kind of people are out there and im not just a gun nut :) LOL

JOe

Nice job, King.
 
November 1 of last year a mean looking jack-o-lantern made the unwise decision to camp out on my front porch. I informed this pumpkinhead that he was trespassing and to leave immediately. I'm not sure if he was ignoring me or if his ears were full of wax, but he stayed put. I was having none of this. I got my 870, marched this gourd out to the abandoned railroad berm behind my property and placed a shot into the back of his head. It was not a good day to be a pumpkin.

I guess i lead an uninteresting life! ; )
 
toaster- i have also had unpleasant encounters with some jack-o-lanterns, and my 870 tactical with 00 buck made quick work of them

yea my life is pretty dull as well
 
Walking a dirt bike trail through the woods I spotted a huge badger laying in ambush off to the side of the trail. He was hiding in deep grass pressed flat to the ground. I froze instantly. My first impression was that it was dead until I saw those crazed eyes locked onto my white tennis shoe. His nose was crinkled and teeth showing. He probably thought my foot was a bunny hopping down the trail as it was dusk. I have no idea how fast they can move and it was already close enough to pounce. Pulled the 380acp from under my armpit and popped him in the head.
 
This was in the early 90's, I think just before TX passed the concealed carry law and it was at the height of drive by shootings and gang activity in San Antonio. I was living in a house on a corner in a normal middle class neighborhood that didn't have any other shootings that I know of. I awoke to 5 quick gun shots with only a slight pause between the first and second shots. My bedroom was in the rear of the house away from the street corner. I jumped up and grabbed my G17 as I ran to the window that was to the side street. I saw nothing even though it was well lit with my outside lights and a light on the street corner. I made my way to the front of the house and saw nothing out of the front spare bedroom window. Lastly I went into the garage to look out the window when my phone rang. It was my friend across the street say "they shot my house up!" I told him I would be right there. Nobody saw or heard anything other than the shots and we call the cops as we saw several bullet holes in his home. Apparently there were a couple of teenage boys that lived a block away that the cops knew have been in a little trouble lately and they suspected someone meant to shoot up their house. It was a real "wake up call" and I was one of the first to get my CHL when it was available as I realized bad stuff can happen just about anywhere and maybe to you by mistake. My friend called me because he knew I was the one person right there with guns and would defend him just as I would myself. Thank God nobody was hurt. The weapon was probably a .32 revolver (5 shots fired) with round nose jacketed bullets. I was amazed that a couple of those round went through a piece of cedar ledge that was at the bottom of his front windows (6" to 8" thick), through an interior wall, through the bathroom door frame, and came to rest on the bathroom floor! All from .32 caliber rounds!
 
Nice job, King.

Thanks N.O. Saints-

Looking back, the only thing i would have done differently is i think i would have announced my presence and yelled through the door that i was armed.

Last thing i ever want to do is shoot someone. If they put me or my loved ones at risk, i will not hesitate, but i hope i don't ever have to.
 
Wow. You really need to wash those

Nope, not that. She apparently didn't feel the need to close the lid on the bottle. Leaked everywhere.

Yup. Leave it to a boxer dog....goofy!

Yep, I love boxers. 90lbs and looked vicious. Great with kids, though. Acted like a lap dog. Whenever he misbehaved and you changed your tone, he looked pitiful. Very gentle dogs if you treat them well. Now if a stranger comes around your children, the gentleness changes.
 
Wilderness pot farms

This actually reminded me of a story where I drew my gun. I was hiking in the backcountry a few years ago. This sort of still makes the hairs on my arm stand up. I know it might not be the High Road thing to say, but I just wanted to kill him that day. I wanted him dead, and I did all I could to do, to make it happen.

So anyway, I was hiking though the woods, and I had gotten separated from my dad. The woods were dark up there, and I was pretty far from anyone at all. I heard something up in front of me that made my skin shake. It kept getting louder and louder and I knew it was going to be right on me in no time flat. I knew that I had to... go for the gun. :cool:, so I slowly raised my rifle, and all I could think about was killing that guy. He was close enough now. It was a bull elk, but he never showed himself. His attentive cows saved his life that day.
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