"Go for the gun" stories

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I'm sure this has been done before, but I didn't see it and they are so much fun to read. I'd love to hear your stories of bumps in the night or other situations resulting in you grabbing your weapon. They can be totally benign, or result in an actual confrontation. Whatever the case may be.

Mine is pretty weak, but since I asked, I shall contribute...

While working for a timber company, doing solo survey work on company property, I would carry a TZ-99 (Sig wannabe) for self defense. There's a lot of pot farms where I worked and I'd seen mountain lions as well. One day I road my ATV down a heavily overgrown old logging road and suddenly realized I was in the middle of a large marijuana field. I stopped to note my position when I heard the distinct sound of footsteps coming through the bushes. Fearing I would be shot on site, I produced my gun, chambered a round and prepared for the worst. At this point I was scared <removed by moderator>. I had heard stories of growers having AK-47's and not being afraid to use them. As fun as it looks in the movies, I did NOT want to be in a gunfight! I can't remember why I didn't fire up the quad and ride like hell, but for some reason, I just stood there (dear in the headlights maybe?) To my relief, out pops a 12 year old kid through the brush, sans an AK-47. I was like, "***** dude! You can't be growing weed on our property!" He apologized, said he'd tear it down and offered me some goose eggs from his parents farm down the hill. I could hardly stay mad at the little guy, despite him scaring the hell out of me with his pot farm and trespassing to care for it, besides, those goose eggs were delicious.
 
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Last fall, I was walking through a small field.
I saw a Bobwhite flush out in front of me.
I instantly knew it was time to... "go for the gun". :cool:
I let the shot fly and killed him right then and there. Also delicious.
 
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This would fall under #2 (close enough)


Discussing gunfights.

2. Asking who has actually shot somebody is not a good idea. Very few people on these forums have actually shot somebody in civilian self-defense situations, and those who have either don’t wish to discuss it or will often be called liars if they do.
 
In '84 a guy tried to run a friend and me off of the interstate in a probable carjacking attempt. I pointed a loaded HK93 at him through the windshield and he decided to be some place else. I tend to think that it was serial killer Alton Coleman who was traveling the same roads at that time on a multi-state spree of child molestations, carjackings and murders.
 
I do property management work in "the hood". When we enter vacant properties, our pistols always clear leather and the house is cleared of crack heads and hookers.:eek: If I'm workin' on a property, you better announce your presence or you'll be lookin' at the business end of a .45. You can't out draw an already drawn weapon.
 
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
 
We've had some problems with the renters next door. He's a felon of some type, and his kids are following suit. We've had words a couple times over his noise levels late at night, his son, and mostly his dogs. He doesn't want to play nice, so be it.
A few months ago, shortly after I shortened my Mossy 500, which sleeps under the bed now. My wife and I were awakened around 1am by a lound thump outside our bedroom window. I jumped up and grabbed the Mossy, and chambered a round as I walked down the hall way towards the back door. After I got the back door un-locked and opened quietly, I turned on my barrel light as I brought it up to shoulder level. I started sweeping from the stairs on our back deck over towards our bedroom window. Heard a noise just to the left, about 10 o clock to me, swept over quickly, and BINGO!!! An orange tabby that has been spraying by our front door.
Had it not been so late or had one of my 22's, I'd have a new hat or orange shag rug.
 
Nice Kingofthehill, that sounds scary as hell!

SaxonPig, not asking for stories of you shooting anyone, just enjoy reading the close encounters like Kingofthehills and Ozarkgunner's.
 
My brother in law was born & raised in Connecticut. Not a farmer at all, but ended up moving to the county back in the 1980's. He borrowed my 12 ga. HD because all he had was a .308 he didn't feel comfortable shooting inside the house. They had been living there for maybe a year when a neighbor called to say there was a rattlesnake in her garden & would he mind coming by with the shotgun because she was afraid.

Well, my BIL was scared to death of snakes but figured he'd just man-up & go take care of it. A little while later, he's stalking her garden with a loaded shotgun but not seeing any sign of a snake & getting nervous. He squatted down to peer between rows of tomato plants & managed to sit his butt right on broken, wooden stake - which he took for a snake bite. He spun around like a madman & let that poor ol' tomato plant have it with both barrels.:eek:

That was around 1985 or so & the neighbors still talk about the Great Tomato Hunter...:D

Bmup
 
I was staying at a an ex girlfriend's house one night and had emptied her top night stand drawer, proclaiming it my "gun" drawer and nothing else was to go in there. I had never lived that close to a military base. Some late night heavy artillery sounded similar to someone kicking in the front door since I heard wood and glass rattle. I jumped out of bed, grabbed my...ooops, her "massage device". I threw it down and grabbed my handgun, which was now covered in lubricant. Ran to the door to investigate, stepped outside to look around and finally noticed it was friendly fire. Her neighbor was working on his car in his garage since he worked the late shift. He died laughing at me since I ran outside at midnight with a severely lubed Beretta wearing only my boxers. Her 90lb boxer was chasing my laser and barking, making the situation that much more laughable. We laughed, I put my pants on and had a beer with him.

One more: When I was married, I caught someone peaking in our bedroom window at one or two am. I was young, dumb and probably reacted wrong. I ran outside and caught him coming around the corner of the house. Never pointed my marine magnum 870 at him, but I did rack it as I yelled "Stop #$%^&." That caused him to stop initially and fall to the ground. Turns out our neighbor had a very delinquent teen. She apologized profusely and he "wet" himself. The embarrassing part? I was naked. My wife at the time brought me a towel once she saw the neighbor kid's mom come out.

I did try to help that kid. I had a friend who was convicted of a felony at a young age talk to him about the "real deal" behind bars. My wife and I both tried talking some sense into him. But 3 years later a week or two after he was 18, he was arrested. He talked too much junk to the wrong guy in county lock up and was beaten so severely that he lost eye sight in one eye before his mom could bail him out.
 
i was on a cell tower site at 2am in the boondocks of se oklahoma. i had left the farm gate open as there were no livestock in this pasture and it was open when i got there ,i saw truck lights come through the gate and head for the cell site. i walked toward the compound gate thinking it was probably the land owner seeing what i was doing.

the pickup pulled up behind my work truck and four very large very intoxicated men got out. i asked can i help you and one replied we're just gonna take what ever you have ,it was then i realized i had taken my pistol off and layed it in the floorboard to be more comfortable on the long drive.

suddenly i felt like i was in slow motion , my heart raced and i kept hearing in my head "think,think". i had waited way to late to react. i knew i couldn't let them get between me and the truck, i wanted to run for the door but thought they would know i was unarmed if i did that.

i had a flash light in my hand that has a laser pointer on it so i flip on the laser and put it in the middle of the closest guys chest and said bad idea fella's stopping them in thier tracks while i made my way to the door of my truck opened it grabbed my pistol and stepped back to the front of my truck for cover.they went back to thier truck and high tailed out of there. after they were gone it hit me i got week and threw up a couple times.now i never take my gun off til i go to bed.
 
Last fall, I was walking through a small field.
I saw a Bobwhite flush out in front of me.
I instantly knew it was time to... "go for the gun".
I let the shot fly and killed him right then and there. Also delicious.


Makes me shiver just thinking about it. You never can tell about those dang Bobwhites. Thank God you were armed appropriately. :)
 
I threw it down and grabbed my handgun, which was now covered in lubricant.

Wow. You really need to wash those massagers off, for cleanliness sake, otherwise infections may occure.

I have to ask though, did your gun respond better to his or hers?
 
Leanwolf: State of California. Northern portion, coast ranges. Lots of growing going on up there.
 
Thanks, MTRAVINSKI. California. Yep, I know exactly what you mean. I lived in Los Angeles for 36 years, hunted and camped all over the State including up north. Mountain lions and dangerous pot growers and meth cookers are everywhere.

Ever since the Calif. moratorium on Mountain lions, there are tons of them around there, top to bottom of the State. While living there, up in the Sierra where my wife and I had a vacation cabin, I saw three, and have been within ten feet of two of them. Big boys, too.

Here in Idaho there is a long season on them. I don't actively hunt them but always carry a tag, when bustin' the boonies.

Unfortunately, there are no tags for pot growers and drug dealers.

L.W.
 
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Deanimator, a loaded HK93? No one will ever accuse you of not bringing enough gun.
The friend we were visiting had an HK91. :)

We had gone to Jefferson Barracks, St. Louis, MO to help a friend as OPFOR for his military Explorer post, which was supported by the MO Army National Guard. We had brought guns for firing blanks on the exercise, plus guns for self-defense on the trip, and to maintain control of the other guns.

One of the parents managed to sabotage the FTX, so we were on our way back to Ft. Knox. The guy who tried to force us off the road apparently went after a pickup truck full of people immediately before he went after us. I suspect that he decided that it was easier to take out one or two people versus four or five. His mistake.
 
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?
 
I've been living in middle of nowhere Tennessee for a while, and have collected quite a few stories. :) i'll shorten them and edit a few out though.
I was living in the middle of 19 acres of woods about 3 years ago, and was shooting in a ravine with my brother. Our house was the ONLY flat area for quite a ways so it was safer than it sounds. so i was putting up the .22 when i hear a but load of shouting and dog barking. These giant doberman/fugly dogs come charging in from some deeper brush. First though "OH &%^&", second thought load gun. :) I grabbed the 12GA( moss500 AKA old faithful) and loaded in 3 rounds of 00. the dogs were about 10 feet away at this point so i shouted at them and fired a round at the old dish network dish I used to use as a .22 target. It was so stinking loud(dish was nailed to a tree and it bounced quite a bit) that they just started running in circles for a few second. after that I heard the owners shout about them being friendly and just kept me and my brother well away from them( AKA upturning two shooting stands i made and standing behind those with a now fully loaded moss) until the owners came by. Great day XD

This one happened about 8 months ago. we moved to a new house (mum got divorced and all) and we were still getting used to it. I occasionally got a "clearing route" set in my mind and practiced when nobody was home. Mum doesn't mind me being a gun nut, but walking around the house pointedly checking windows and doors with a gun is a bit much for her. :)
So i was sleeping with my gun on the desk not 3 feet from me. I had just gotten to sleep so i woke up pretty easily when i heard glass breaking in a fairly load crash. so i "cleared" the relatively small house in about 20 seconds. But Naked. So there were no animals(2 or 4 legged) and i just ran around my house naked with a shotgun nearly as tall as my brother. What happened? well those glass covers over lights that chill out on your ceiling, the one in my room broke. Apparently I stepped on some of the fallen glass to. so i spent the rest of the night cleaning blood off the floors. Other than that it's nice to know a big guy can move when need be.
 
illegal marijuana is one of the biggest cash crops in America. the Appalachians are one of the most dense marijuana farms in America. very regularly raided. (there was a discovery special)
 
Lets not forget about Cali and oregon, used to have the coast gaurd helis overfly my dads place, the FLIR is used to spot pot feilds.
 
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