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Once, in my Art class. It looked pretty, but my teacher looked at me funny...
I couldn't help it.
I couldn't help it.
Have you ever had to draw your weapon?
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Tom Servo
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Twice, unfortunately.
The first was a really odd situation that I've written about before here.
The second was late last year. A guy rear-ended me, and when I got out to look at the damage. He was edgy and just a bit on the hostile side. I figured he'd try to bolt, so while he was looking at the front of his car, I went around back to note his license plate.
When I went back up, he said, "look, I wanna take care of this, okay?" I said sure, let me jot your insurance/license, and I'm okay. He looked at me oddly and repeated that he wanted to "take care of it now." I smelled the booze on him, and his girlfriend was getting whiny and kept pacing around.
Then he said, "what's to keep me from driving off right now?" I told him that was his call, and then the girlfriend chimed in, "he's got your plate number." At this, he got really belligerent and he started to advance on me pretty quickly, hands balling into fists, yelling that maybe I wasn't going anywhere.
I backpedaled towards my driver's-side door pretty quickly, and I noticed the girlfriend carrying something she'd pulled out of the car and coming around from the other side of the car. As far as I could tell, I could have probably gotten the door open, but it's doubtful I could have gotten in and closed it before he was on me.
I kept looking around for a passing car to flag down, but we were alone.
After telling him to back off the third time, I drew. That's not a fun feeling. I really didn't want to shoot this jerk, and luckily, he recognized the gun. He and his girlfriend cursed at me, got back in the car and keeled off.
I was left standing there on the side of the road with my gun at low-ready as his car sped off into the distance with the bumper dragging and scraping underneath.
I called the local police and told them what happened. I made a point of telling the officer right off that I'd had to draw. His response was, "well, I'd have done the same, but it's good you told me before he had a chance to change his story." And that was that.
Rule #1 when dealing with drunk/high people: beware that their mood can snap from one extreme to another without warning.
The first was a really odd situation that I've written about before here.
The second was late last year. A guy rear-ended me, and when I got out to look at the damage. He was edgy and just a bit on the hostile side. I figured he'd try to bolt, so while he was looking at the front of his car, I went around back to note his license plate.
When I went back up, he said, "look, I wanna take care of this, okay?" I said sure, let me jot your insurance/license, and I'm okay. He looked at me oddly and repeated that he wanted to "take care of it now." I smelled the booze on him, and his girlfriend was getting whiny and kept pacing around.
Then he said, "what's to keep me from driving off right now?" I told him that was his call, and then the girlfriend chimed in, "he's got your plate number." At this, he got really belligerent and he started to advance on me pretty quickly, hands balling into fists, yelling that maybe I wasn't going anywhere.
I backpedaled towards my driver's-side door pretty quickly, and I noticed the girlfriend carrying something she'd pulled out of the car and coming around from the other side of the car. As far as I could tell, I could have probably gotten the door open, but it's doubtful I could have gotten in and closed it before he was on me.
I kept looking around for a passing car to flag down, but we were alone.
After telling him to back off the third time, I drew. That's not a fun feeling. I really didn't want to shoot this jerk, and luckily, he recognized the gun. He and his girlfriend cursed at me, got back in the car and keeled off.
I was left standing there on the side of the road with my gun at low-ready as his car sped off into the distance with the bumper dragging and scraping underneath.
I called the local police and told them what happened. I made a point of telling the officer right off that I'd had to draw. His response was, "well, I'd have done the same, but it's good you told me before he had a chance to change his story." And that was that.
Rule #1 when dealing with drunk/high people: beware that their mood can snap from one extreme to another without warning.
gregthehand
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I have recently but nobody saw. I was heading downstairs in my apartment and was about half way down when the guy who lives below me (I don't even know him by site yet he just moved in about a week ago) throws open his front door and right in his hand is a Beretta 92FS. I stopped and cleared leather on my pistol faster than I think I ever have before. He was in the middle of bringing his pistol up at me and yelling something about "Got ya!" when he stopped immediatley. He said oh sorry about the time my pistol was coming up to aim, and I stopped almost immediatley since he dropped his pistol. Well it's a good thing it was real dark and he did not see mine because he was embarrassed enough. Turns out him and his buddies were playing games and he had an airsoft gun that looked VERY real in the low light. The whole thing took about 5 seconds. He said he was sorry, and I said no prob but maybe next time he should have his porch light on and look through the peep-hole to make sure it's his buddy. He said "I know, I'm sorry again." I never told him I was carrying, and I don't think he ever saw my pistol as I had my left side to him.
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gregthehand said:
What that guy did was incredibly foolish. I applaud your presence of mind, that is an incredibly dangerous shoot/don't shoot situation that could have ended very badly.
one instance happened a few years ago. I was working at the local gunrange and there was a guy with a rental gun looking squirrely. I stopped out and checked the bays a few times to make shure everything was o.k. but nothing to tip me off to any real problems. About 5 minutes later the guy with the rental S&W 686 loaded with 130 gr FMJ 38's dashes passed the desk and states "I'm going to shoot myself". At this point I and the raqnge owners son run after the guy into the underground parking area next to the range and I tell the fella to stop and give me the gun. He stopped behind to his compact 2 door car and faces me I focused on his face and less than a second I drew my S&W 19 2 1/2" loaded with magsafe and 125 gr remingtons and tell him to stop. He Bradished the gun at belt level and then put a 130 gr ball round thru the top of his head. The cops showed up about 10 seconds later and after smoking about 1/2 a pack of cigarettes (I'd quit the year before) and having a detective give me a pat on the back and a job well done I got back to work. It was a long long day but I got to the end of it in one piece.
gunsmith
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3 times
twice while working as a security guard and once in my hallway.
twice while working as a security guard and once in my hallway.
shooting time
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Had to a few times.
One time I went to see a buddy at his Gun and tackle shop he had gone out to the bank and Roy one of his employees was there .4 black guys come in one was old, 2 were in their late teens and one was mid 30's . They scattered around the store and the old guy wanted live bait so while Roy was getting bait in the back room a man and woman come in .a few minutes go by and the guy in his 30's goes out the door . He comes back in a couple of minutes later shouting come on lets go . The woman comes up to me and wisphers she saw that guy back at one of the gun cases reaching around the back of it so I go over there and look and see a shotgun shell laying in the case next to other handguns which told me there was one gone because the guns had shotgun shells thru the trigger guards to hold them on display at a angle. by then they were out the door so I tell roy call 911 and go out side and see them just starting the car I yell hey you forgot something and walk over to the car bend down and put my .38 in the drivers face and say shut the car off drop the keys out the window the old guy in the back says please mister we ain't got no money (he thinks they are getting robbed) the driver drops the keys out the window and says whats going on I tell them to get out put hands in the air then on the car .I get them all on the other side of the car and reach in and move a throw pillow on the front seat and there sits the gun with price tag still on it.I leave it there hold them at gunpoint till cops come, they ask what happened I tell them they tell them stay in the position they are cuff them put them in the car.get statement take them away.I had to go to court 2 days later. The driver confessed to taking the gun.
One time I went to see a buddy at his Gun and tackle shop he had gone out to the bank and Roy one of his employees was there .4 black guys come in one was old, 2 were in their late teens and one was mid 30's . They scattered around the store and the old guy wanted live bait so while Roy was getting bait in the back room a man and woman come in .a few minutes go by and the guy in his 30's goes out the door . He comes back in a couple of minutes later shouting come on lets go . The woman comes up to me and wisphers she saw that guy back at one of the gun cases reaching around the back of it so I go over there and look and see a shotgun shell laying in the case next to other handguns which told me there was one gone because the guns had shotgun shells thru the trigger guards to hold them on display at a angle. by then they were out the door so I tell roy call 911 and go out side and see them just starting the car I yell hey you forgot something and walk over to the car bend down and put my .38 in the drivers face and say shut the car off drop the keys out the window the old guy in the back says please mister we ain't got no money (he thinks they are getting robbed) the driver drops the keys out the window and says whats going on I tell them to get out put hands in the air then on the car .I get them all on the other side of the car and reach in and move a throw pillow on the front seat and there sits the gun with price tag still on it.I leave it there hold them at gunpoint till cops come, they ask what happened I tell them they tell them stay in the position they are cuff them put them in the car.get statement take them away.I had to go to court 2 days later. The driver confessed to taking the gun.
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Three times in thirty years. Haven't had to fire. Once to stop granddaughter's boyfriend from beating on the grandfather in the shanty behind my store. Before cell phones. Old man could have been easily beaten to death before I reached a phone and called the police.
During a repossession, I was attacked by the customer wielding a sledge hammer handle. I got off of the line of attack while drawing. He realized I was drawing a pistol and dropped the sledge hammer handle. He ceased his attack, I ceased my defense.
A guy I knew was assaulted in the street in front of my house. He asked to use my phone to call the police. His attacker blew through my screen door and began beating the snot out of him again in my living room. I told them to stop. They didn't. So I drew the BHP and shouted that I had something they really, really wanted to see. They stopped, looked at the pistol at low ready, and decided to take the fun and games somewhere else. Turned out to be domestic violence
I've had several other times where I put my hand on the butt of my pistol in preparation to draw. Got out of repossessing and collections about fifteen years ago, haven't had any more confrontations.
During a repossession, I was attacked by the customer wielding a sledge hammer handle. I got off of the line of attack while drawing. He realized I was drawing a pistol and dropped the sledge hammer handle. He ceased his attack, I ceased my defense.
A guy I knew was assaulted in the street in front of my house. He asked to use my phone to call the police. His attacker blew through my screen door and began beating the snot out of him again in my living room. I told them to stop. They didn't. So I drew the BHP and shouted that I had something they really, really wanted to see. They stopped, looked at the pistol at low ready, and decided to take the fun and games somewhere else. Turned out to be domestic violence
I've had several other times where I put my hand on the butt of my pistol in preparation to draw. Got out of repossessing and collections about fifteen years ago, haven't had any more confrontations.
romma
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Yes
last after a huricane Katrina "victim" hit our house with his car at 2am, and almost drove through the door. Drew, fired warning shot when he and his brother came around back of house. I believed and was convinced at the time it was a home invasion. We live in the woods. Detained the two people till cops came. Sidenote: The Perpetrator has skipped bail.
last after a huricane Katrina "victim" hit our house with his car at 2am, and almost drove through the door. Drew, fired warning shot when he and his brother came around back of house. I believed and was convinced at the time it was a home invasion. We live in the woods. Detained the two people till cops came. Sidenote: The Perpetrator has skipped bail.
the naked prophet
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I almost drew a couple of times, first time I was a cashier at Kroger and two drunk guys said they were gonna wait in the parking lot to slit my throat when I got off work, because I wouldn't sell them alcohol. The police showed up and got them, but if they hadn't been walking away when they said they were going to kill me (as in, they intended to do it right then) things may have been different.
The most recent time, I was taking a walk around dusk. I was walking through a sort of industrial/wilderness area (several warehouses and construction offices, surrounded by wild lots) when this big brown/gray ball explodes out of the underbrush. Still not sure what they were, but they were fighting or mating or something. They looked like very very large groundhogs or something. They ran/rolled right up to me and between my legs. I actually wondered if I might shoot my feet, but then they went back into the underbrush and froze. I took out my flashlight and got a real good look at them. They were each about four feet long, shaped like a fat groundhog, short stubby legs, with a medium length furry tail that got poofy at the end. Someone has told me that they are some variety of river otter?
The most recent time, I was taking a walk around dusk. I was walking through a sort of industrial/wilderness area (several warehouses and construction offices, surrounded by wild lots) when this big brown/gray ball explodes out of the underbrush. Still not sure what they were, but they were fighting or mating or something. They looked like very very large groundhogs or something. They ran/rolled right up to me and between my legs. I actually wondered if I might shoot my feet, but then they went back into the underbrush and froze. I took out my flashlight and got a real good look at them. They were each about four feet long, shaped like a fat groundhog, short stubby legs, with a medium length furry tail that got poofy at the end. Someone has told me that they are some variety of river otter?
armedandsafe
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I have had to draw several times, and have had to return fire twice. I was shot once while in the military and twice as a civilian.
One which is funny, now: I was lying in bed, watching TV with FirstInLine, when we heard a BANG/THUD and the house shook. I jumped off the bed, slipped on my robe and snatched up the revolver from beside the bed. As I had been cowboy shooting that day, it was still in the low holster and belt.
I went down the hall to the living room and noticed my idiot youngest son was letting a couple of young men into the house. I asked what the H377 was going on, and #3 Idiot Son said they had missed the deadend turn onto our street and had come up on the lawn and rammed their car into our house.
I had them sit down across the living room from one another, while I stayed in the hallway, where I could see both at the same time. One had his right shoulder to me and the other had his left shoulder to me. I then told #3 Idiot Son to call 911. Our guests complained, one in English and the other in Spanish. #3ISon stopped and looked at them. :banghead: I told him to call 911. See above. :banghead: I told #3 Idiot Son to get his butt into the other room and get on the phone NOW!!!. :banghead:
At this, the one with his right shoulder to me lunged up off the couch and turned toward me, screaming in Spanish. As he straightened up, he noticed that he was looking into the barrel of my revolver.
I don't know if he saw that the hammer was back and that my finger was taking up creep.
The Spanish speaker suddenly remembered that he did, indeed, speak English, the other curled up in a tiny ball on his couch and #3 Idiot Son suddenly remembered where the phone was hanging.
What took the tension off the situation was when the local cop showed up, it was 6 foot 8 inch Ed, who was just a bit larger than my front door. The 5 foot 4, 120 lbs ex-Spanish speaker decided he was going to fight him, rather than get into the back of the partol car. Watching Ed carrying him at arm's length by his belt was amusing enough to take the edge off of the adreneline rush of a few minutes before.
Pops
One which is funny, now: I was lying in bed, watching TV with FirstInLine, when we heard a BANG/THUD and the house shook. I jumped off the bed, slipped on my robe and snatched up the revolver from beside the bed. As I had been cowboy shooting that day, it was still in the low holster and belt.
I went down the hall to the living room and noticed my idiot youngest son was letting a couple of young men into the house. I asked what the H377 was going on, and #3 Idiot Son said they had missed the deadend turn onto our street and had come up on the lawn and rammed their car into our house.
I had them sit down across the living room from one another, while I stayed in the hallway, where I could see both at the same time. One had his right shoulder to me and the other had his left shoulder to me. I then told #3 Idiot Son to call 911. Our guests complained, one in English and the other in Spanish. #3ISon stopped and looked at them. :banghead: I told him to call 911. See above. :banghead: I told #3 Idiot Son to get his butt into the other room and get on the phone NOW!!!. :banghead:
At this, the one with his right shoulder to me lunged up off the couch and turned toward me, screaming in Spanish. As he straightened up, he noticed that he was looking into the barrel of my revolver.
I don't know if he saw that the hammer was back and that my finger was taking up creep.The Spanish speaker suddenly remembered that he did, indeed, speak English, the other curled up in a tiny ball on his couch and #3 Idiot Son suddenly remembered where the phone was hanging.
What took the tension off the situation was when the local cop showed up, it was 6 foot 8 inch Ed, who was just a bit larger than my front door. The 5 foot 4, 120 lbs ex-Spanish speaker decided he was going to fight him, rather than get into the back of the partol car. Watching Ed carrying him at arm's length by his belt was amusing enough to take the edge off of the adreneline rush of a few minutes before.
Pops
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Pops..
When you were shot as a civillian, were you packing?
When you were shot as a civillian, were you packing?
armedandsafe
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Yes. That's why I was able to return fire.
Pops
Pops
camp_gunner
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The only time I had to draw my weapon was in my college speech class. Since the Prof was anti-gun, I couldn't resist the temptation. For one of my speeches that required A/V aids, I decided to talk on a subject that a friend of my discribed to me. The gun I drew was a Colt SAA. Perhaps I should say that I made a drawing of the pistol. I then proceeded to demonstrate how to convert the SAA to a full auto design.
Other than that, when I was working as an armed patrolman I would actualy do escort jobs with my gun in my hand as a standard practice, it tended to keep my ammo costs down in some areas, the punks just did not want to play.
Other than that, when I was working as an armed patrolman I would actualy do escort jobs with my gun in my hand as a standard practice, it tended to keep my ammo costs down in some areas, the punks just did not want to play.
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Maybe he wanted to invite you over to play ball with him.
You ever wonder about the effect it has on some people? Maybe a pistol in the face is exactly what they need to scare them straight.
ezypikns
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TexasSIGman, is there no longer a brandishing law in Texas?
I'm not doubting you. I just wasn't aware that you could legally show your weapon at any time. Thanks.
I'm not doubting you. I just wasn't aware that you could legally show your weapon at any time. Thanks.
Numerous times. All when working in high-risk jobs when I was younger. Twice involved shots fired. Twice involved brandishing to dissaude aggressors.
One of the brandishing incidents was a man threatening me with a knife. I drew my 1911 and he thought better of it and left. The other was a guy who took a swing at me and I knocked him down. He sat up and told me to get a gun because the next time he saw me he would shoot me. I pulled my 1911 (same gun) and said "I have mine, where's yours?" I know it was a stupid thing to do but I was 21 and he just pissed me off. He later sent a friend to thank me for not shooting him.
One of the brandishing incidents was a man threatening me with a knife. I drew my 1911 and he thought better of it and left. The other was a guy who took a swing at me and I knocked him down. He sat up and told me to get a gun because the next time he saw me he would shoot me. I pulled my 1911 (same gun) and said "I have mine, where's yours?" I know it was a stupid thing to do but I was 21 and he just pissed me off. He later sent a friend to thank me for not shooting him.
JesseL
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Once.
My wife and I were unloading at our first apartment, getting groceries out of the car. A pack of 6 - 10 javelina charged out of some nearby bushes, chased my wife up on to the hood of the car and stopped about 6 feet from me. I pulled out the Ballester-Molina I kept in the door pocket and aimed for the leader. We stood there for a few seconds then I tried yelling at them. They slowly backed up and trotted back into the bushes.
My wife and I were unloading at our first apartment, getting groceries out of the car. A pack of 6 - 10 javelina charged out of some nearby bushes, chased my wife up on to the hood of the car and stopped about 6 feet from me. I pulled out the Ballester-Molina I kept in the door pocket and aimed for the leader. We stood there for a few seconds then I tried yelling at them. They slowly backed up and trotted back into the bushes.
JesseL
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Biker said:
It's pretty rare for javelina to attack/injure people. It usually when it happens people are trying to feed them or they are with a dog. Javelina tend to attack dogs because coyotes eat the piglets. When dogs get attacked people sometimes get caught in the middle.
http://javelinahunter.com/javelina_attacks.htm
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