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HighPlainsDrifter, you just re-enforced my belief that some people are like vultures. They prey on what they percieve as weakness.
Its true. I wish it were not, but I've prosecuted enough rapists, robbers, and serial killers to confirm that many people are just hyenas or coyotes...they follow around pregnant cattle just waiting for the baby to drop...:banghead:
In less than two hours I'll be meeting with a group of FBI agents to discuss the take-down of a number of child predators; you know, guys who make child porn and distribute it over the internet. We could save alot trial money with a few cents in cartridges, but it wouldn't be Constitutional. :)
Its ok. Our cases are VERY solid and these fellas all get the VIP treatment at the right prisons...
 
cookekdjr, I hope you win your case.:mad: People like that disgust me. They make my list of the top 5 types of people who disgust me.

1. Child pornographers. Need I explain?
2. Cheaters.
3. Thieves. A man who'll steal .50 cents from you will steal a million dollars.
4. Liars.
5. Hypocrites.

There are more but those are the top 5.
 
cookekdjr, I hope you nail their hyde to the wall. People like that deserve nothing more than immediate pain and suffering. I agree, the sentiment about a round between the eyes would be much cheaper, but I also know some ex-cons who say the child molesters wish they were dead once they get into the big house. I wish I had your constraint, as it would be hard to look at them in a court room and not take the law into your own hands right then right there.
 
I only have one home defense story, but I wasn't armed (didn't even own a gun at the time) and it wasn't my home.

Lived in a duplex on a block full of duplexes. I knew my duplex-mates well (couple and their children) and the people in the next duplex over (a woman and her two daughters). The woman previously living next door had a peeping tom that harassed her until she heard him one night rustling around, yanked the blinds up and in full light got a view of his face. ID'd for the police later and he went to jail (which happened down the street about two miles) for a few months. Peeping is a misdemeanor in North Carolina, apparently. The lady moved, but before she did she asked me to keep an eye out for anyone that might be snooping around her house. My former duplex-mate also had a guy stalking her at one time there. He was also caught (and deported, IIRC; exchange student, future lawyer, woohoo).

So I'm out one night on the porch with my duplex-mate's cousin, who is watching the girls while the parents are away. We're chatting amiably, and I see someone on the street corner, hanging out underneath some trees trying to avoid the street lamp. People don't do that kind of thing in this neighborhood, so I stood up to let him see he was seen. He walked the other way down the street after a few minutes. I mentioned this to the cousin, and said how happy I was to have the next door neighbor's dog Max around. Max would bark incessantly at the slightest intrusion into his domain (two houselengths in any direction he could see or hear). He never got used to us and would bark at the girls; they weren't allowed near him. He was large and vicious. But anytime someone walked through the back yards (no fences, this happened often), he'd light up the day or night with loud warnings. During this conversation, I see the suspicious fellow come back down the street and head the opposite direction, out of my view and towards the back of my block. Sure enough, within a couple of minutes, Max warns everybody. I told the cousin to go inside and make sure her back door was locked, and I went around the front of the house to go get my phone to call the police.

As I approached my front door, I happened to glance at the next door neighbor's house. Here was this guy, standing in the shrubs, staring between the blinds at something in the living room. I was very fond of that family, even pulled one of the daughter's first baby teeth, and I became very angry.

I headed that direction purposefully. He saw me and started to walk away hurriedly, towards the street. I asked him if he knew the lady that lived there, and he said yes, and then asked him why the expletive didn't he knock on her door. He kept walking, and I stopped at the street.

Cops were called shortly after, but I couldn't positively ID him, and they didn't find anybody anyway. The previous peeper was the culprit, the cops were certain but had no evidence. He'd been let out of jail shortly before and they knew about him. He lived near the prison, conveniently.

We never caught him again, and both sets of families moved eventually. There wasn't much I could do to him then except whack him with a stick. We got the motion lights working reliably and made a point to be outside and noisy at random times for a few months.

Wouldn't be a survival trait for him to be snooping in my back yard now.

jmm
 
Thanks for the props! :)
I had to keep any names out to make sure that nobody gets into trouble over the incident. It's been 12 years or so but those two officers might still be on the job there.

Mark(psycho)Phipps( HAHAHA! )
 
I remember this like it was yesterday.
It was a Sunday afternoon in December of 02 or 03 (I already forgot) I was living in an apartment in the Philadelphia suburbs. I just took my 14 year old brother to the range, came home and wanted to get changed. I told him like I even tell my wife everyday" don't answer the door to anyone you don't know".

Anyway I was getting changed and my brother calls my name and says there is someone knocking at the door. I didn't think much of it went to the door and asked"who is it"? I didn't have one of those hi tech holes in the door so I could see who was on the other side. There was a womens voice in a tone of panic saying" It's your neighbor, it's your neighbor I need to talk to you" So I am thinking to myself, I've been here 9 months the neighbors have not said one word to me, all of sudden now she wants to talk" I immediately knew something was wrong so I replied "No, I don't know you, I am not opening the door". I waited a few minutes 3-5 called the police then decided that I wasn't going to be a prisoner in my place. I grabbed my G27 and G21 and proceeded to have my brother open the door while I had both pistols ready to go. He opened the door and nobody was there. That was a good sign, but now I decided to find this person. Went outside, looked inside the apartment building and nothing. Cops showed up about 20 mins later, they drove around and found nothing. Here is the kicker--

I found out the next day from my complex that a black female and male were going to different apartments and the women would knock on the door and when someone would answer the guy would push in and they would rob the tenant. Holiday season, makes sense that scumbags seem to prey on the naïve. I still think about what would have happened if my brother or I were to open that door and not take a second to think about the situation first.

I was telling that story to a co worker last week and he said that this type of thing is still happening. In almost happened to him last Christmas, but he opened the door with chain on it and said the women looked all drugged out so he slammed the door on her.
 
Happened to me too.

This is my first post, but I've been lurking for about a year.

Anyway, I had just moved into a duplex a few months earlier. I had a view of the front door from my bed, keeping the bedroom door cracked. One night something wakes me up but I dont' know what. Another of those things where you're suddenly awake. I don't hear anything, so I look around. I see the front door... open. I can see the maroon outside of the front door standing open against the hallway wall. I see the streetlight flooding in from outside. Just as I'm beginning to process this, I see someone walk inside. First, I reached over to feel for my wife to make sure it wasn't her coming in through the front door - it wasn't. I reached over for my Browning Hi-Power .40 and my wife's Kel-Tec .32 which I hand to her. I told her I saw someone coming into the house. I try to find my cell phone on the nightstand (right next to the BHP) but it seems like it takes forever. While I'm doing this, I continue to watch the door. I see someone else come inside, and one of them go back outside. I tell her to call 911 while I covered the door, but she said she didn't know what to say and she didn't see anything. So I opened the phone and was immediately terrified at the huge flood of bright light that proceeded from the thing. Now my night vision is ruined, and anybody in the dark house got a great view of who was in the bedroom.

I start to dial, and each number is horrendously loud. I was sure somebody had heard it. We moved to the closet where we had a good view of the bedroom door, so we would have a good shot before they could see us. The operator asks for the emergency, and I say there's someone in my house. I also mention, rather loudly, that I have a gun and that it is loaded. Police show up in approximately 5 minutes (seemed like forever) and then the operator kept asking me what my address was, what the house looked like, etc. Turns out, the door wasn't open. And it was locked. I let the police in (from now on I'm keeping a door key, floor plan, and glow stick in the bedroom to throw out the window for the police so I don't have to go open the door for them). Nothing was missing. The door was locked and bolted.

The police were nice, and had very bright flashlights. I could hardly talk because I was shaking so bad. After they made sure there was nobody in the house, they tried some small talk, what kind of gun I had, did I like it, etc. But I was too freaked out to really have a conversation. Funny thing, I didn't start to shake until after the police got there though.

Turns out, the previous tenants had a grudge against the landlord, and didn't pay the last months rent or turn in their keys. The landlord had the locks changed by 9 AM. Should have changed them before we moved in, but he's been a good landlord so I didn't give him any crap.
 
Being the eldest of 4 kids, not yet a teenager (12) I was babysitting the kids as mom had another situation to assist during the riots. Front doot brick-batted in - and very clearly the rioters made thier intentions known.

I retreived MY .22 nine shot revolver, and stopped an immdediate threat.

Had sibs under beds, in another far room ...

I have been other situations, be it home, office, or whatever.

This one is for the Brady Bunch, the "for the children folks" , for anyone that has ever said one cannot defend themselves or others unless they have the lastest greatest <name gun> and <name ammo>. That a .22 , especially a revolver, is NOT a HD weapon.

It was kept loaded always, it was MINE, and it was accessible to me and mom...not the sibs. Sibs were taught as we all were of the day about guns, and gun safety. None of .gov meddling.

That gun was waiting for me to be born, I first shot it at about 3, almost 4. I shot my first centerfire pistol - a Gov't Model of 1911 at age 6.

I wish I'd had a 1911 that night, I didn't , but I could for sure shoot that High Standard Sentinel. I had shot it a lot, and had taken small game with it.

Someday I will get another, as that one was stolen later on...sentimental, and for a lot of personal reasons.
 
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One night I woke up at about 4 am and looked out of bed at the window. At about exactly that instant I saw a shadow / outline of a guy walk right by the window. We had just moved into the neighborhood and were discovering that it was a little seedy, not a bad place, but everyone had a big dog and an NRA sticker. Anyway, I saw the shadow walk across the line and step onto the deck by the back door. I quickly grabbed my little snub nose .38 that I keep in my nightstand and opened the bedroom door and crouched down and watched the back door. I shook wife awake and told her to call 911 and she did. I was directing her from my vantage point kneeling with eye and gun on the back door. Right about then, the door knob rattles and I see the shadow standing right at the back door....

Now here is the funny part. When your brain is moving and processing data that quickly, it alters your state of thinking. I knew that I shouldn't shoot through the window, but to my surprise I actually said verbally (and loudly)....

"I SEE HIM. SHOULD I CAP HIM??" :what: The door quit rattling . Shadow disappeared. In my defense I had his head right in my sights and I sorely wanted him to be a very bad guy and wanted to explode that head... Must be all of the Viking blood in me or something... Usually I do not WANT violence, but for some reason I was having to really control myself from just going nuttz or something.

Police arrived and I met them at the front door after they had swept the area. They acted like I was an ??????? for bugging them.

Anyway, I took stock of my neighborhood and decided that everyone has a big dog, so I went a got a Boxer. Zip for problems thus far. So now I rate neighborhoods by how many "Dobermans" it would take to live happily there... Kind funny.
 
Its a home defense story, yes, but im very glad for the turn out.

I had my last spring break of my high school life last week, and the power just decides to go out for no reason. I get up and look out the window to see if anyone else is out and every house I see has power on(its a neighborhood with thirty or so feet between houses). I get a bit fishy(stories from this site have made me wary, especially that story earlier about the black woman and man that would force themselves in after asking for help) and top off my 20 ga(3 or 4+1, cant remember, brain fart :banghead: ) I quickly cleared the upstairs and decided to go into the basement to check the breaker(theres a sorta broken window right next to the breaker box). I set down the stairs, check the breaker(which was on, indicating power failure on the lines). I head back up stairs, clear the chamber and the mag tube, and set the shotgun back in the gun cabinet, and call the power company.


Thank god.


That 20 is frikkin unwieldy in that house. It was definitely a valuable experience.
 
No actual defense, but proud experience. A few months after child #2 arrived, sleep cycles for my wife and I were not regular. Around 1 or 2:00 am, there was a crashing noise that did not fully roust me, but the beeping sound from next to the bed did. It was my wife getting our bedside 1911 out of the quick access safe, a light, and grabbed her phone. I asked her what was going on and she said, "Don't worry, I'll handle it." Not thinking clearly, I went back to sleep. She came back a few minutes later and secured the gun and said everything was fine.

I didn't think much of it until the next morning. We had a framed picture's nail holding it in the drywall come loose, dropping the picture and shattering the glass when it hit the floor. My wife said she had thought we had somebody possibly breaking in through a window.

I don't know about you guys, but it is pretty cool to know that home defense isn't just a one spouse event or just the manly head of household event. After discussing things and noting the 1911 isn't the most powerful of choices, we got a riflelocker. When the wife checks noises, she takes the Rem 870 these days. There is something special about seeing one's wife in a t-shirt on inside out, hair a mess, grabbing the shotgun from the locker, checking the chamber, and heading out the bedroom door.
 
My funniest....

I came home and saw a shadow move accross the curtains inside my house...I lived alone then, with no GF/Spouse/Significant Other.

Found an open window, and I had picked up several of those D-Con brand "Fogging Bug Bombs" Four-Gone, IIRC. Latched the valve on a couple, and tossed them in, shutting window. :evil:

A couple of minutes later, bug bombs came out the window....OK, I'll Play..latched 3 more, and tossed them in, this time again slamming window shut, and holding it down. Also called the local PD on my cel-fone. Dispatcher was laughing so hard as I related the story, wasn't sure the call would ever get made to the patrol cars.

Anyway, about 5 minutes later, the PD showed up, just as the 'invader' came out the front door..Koff Koff Hack Sputter "Why did you gas me, man??" :what:

"Well, I just really didn't want to shoot you because with all the bug bomb, I was concerned it might 'splode my house."

Police were laughing so hard, it took them about 15 minutes to cuff the guy.

My original plan for the D-Con "Bug Bombs" was to clear out a building that had been taken over by some very angry stingy flying things...but they worked for a different type of 'house cleaning' :D :D
 
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Many years ago, just before my Dad (a cop) went on vacation to Mexico, he warned me that a criminal whom he'd sent to prison was just released, vowing vengance, and gave me the description of him and his car, plate #'s, and said, "you know how to deal with it." Sure enough, couple days later his car slowly drives down our street a couple times. I decided it was a good time to clean my 742 while sitting in full view. I had my 6" Trooper MKIII loaded and ready to go next to me while I 'cleaned' my 742, which I also had a loaded mag for, by running a cleaning rod handle section into the bore. He made one last pass after seeing me there, and gave up his thoughts of vengance, never bothered us at all.


foghornl, too funny!
 
I was sitting on the bed one evening, watching TV with my wife, when there was a loud THUD and the whole house shook. I jumped up and slipped into my bathrobe and snatched up the nearest hadngun. As I had been out cowboy shooting that day, it was a S&W in a cowboy rig.

When I got to the front room, my #3 idot son had let a couple of men into the house and was asking them how they had managed to drive their car into our house.:banghead: I promptly sat everybody down and told my son to call the police. He started to get up and one of the men put his hand on boy's arm and said "we don't need the police." Boy sat back down. :banghead: The other man, seated across the room began to curse in Spanish.

I told both men to calm down and again told my son to call the police. Repeat of first scene. I told the English speaker to be quiet and told the Spanish speaker to speak English. Then I told son to go call the police.

English speaker grabbed son and Spanish speaker lunged up from couch to charge me. Before he got fully to his feet he was looking down the barrel of the S&W, aimed right between his eyes and the hammer back. Son had, in the meantime, grabbed his man's pinky finger and tried to re-attach it to the guy's elbow.

Spanish speaker suddenly learned English,:neener: English speaker started to cry :evil: and son went off to call the police. :D

Both were deported and both were seen back in the neighborhood within a few months. :banghead:

Having spent some years in a neighborhood in which both the Crips and the Bloods were trying to establish turf, I have some others, but that one is one of the funniest.

Pops
 
I was pleasantly surprised to find that training will payoff. We had one of those motel rooms that have outside doors. It was late and my wife was just going to sleep. I was watching TV with my back to the door. Then very loud pounding on the door. So hard you could see the door move against the hinges. My XD9 was in open suitcased beside me. In one smooth motion I had my XD in my hand (don't remember taking it from the holster) and asked who was there. Gun in hand was Just reflex action. Did not open door. Looked thru the peep hole to find a drunk who (I think) was confused about room numbers.

My wife said later that first she saw me with no gun, then in a flash it was in my hand. I feel better about the cost of the range time each month. Also, I guess old military training helped.
 
How bout one thats taking place as we speak? About 10 min ago there was an armed standoff in a parking lot directly across the fence from my back yard. I wont repeat what anybody said but it wasn't pretty. The guy took off over the fence and now many officers are searching the area, mainly my back yard! :what: Trust me I'm ready to go if this guy pops up. I'll repost in the morning to give an update.

-Dev

Edit: All is well, at least from my point of view. I'm still here! I don't know if they ever got him or what.
 
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After first kid was born, Dog would wake me when my daughter started to roll around, getting ready for her 4 am feeding. This time tho, he was banging his head against the bed real quiet like but really insistent. I sat up and I noticed the hair on his back standing STRAIGHT up, like a Sargent Carter haircut from his nose to his tail. Bingo I was wide awake, 357 in hand. Dog is in front of window whinning now, I look out and can not see anything but I hear a creak and notice the garage light is out, it was on when I went to sleep. I crank open the window and I hear some more noise, I pop the screen and like a flash the dog is out the window, maybe three seconds and I hear " S*#T!!!! " and then a scream, and a form trying to haul my dog now firmly attached to his leg around the corner of the garage, and then a car engine rev wildly and the dog is barking...and tires screech out. Lights now go on up and down the alley. car screeches down the alley and off to the night. I finally get a pair of pants on and a mag light to go with my old dan wesson, and I run out, the Lab is sitting by the Garage door with a brand new Air Jordan sitting in his mouth. I look across the alley and the Lesbian who lived there is standing there holding a M9 beretta and I see the next door neighbor behind me with a 94 Winchester. Nice thing about living in a place like Minnesota, a lot of those you figure will be anti turn out to be seriously pro...PD shows up in about ten minutes maybe more, and promptly get their ass chewed out by the Wonderful L lady from across the alley, turned out she was a former DI and MP in the Army and decided that the local PD was unprofessional in the performance of their duties. I tell you she was a honor to her profession in knowing how to dress down someone.

One hour later I got a call from the PD that the shoe my dog had and another on the foot of a man who was getting treated for a serious dog bite to the buttocks and calf were a match.

Two months later I was sued by him for letting my malicious dog attack him.

One week before my lawsuit went to court, he was shot dead during a robbery of a bakery.



Much earlier in my life, I was 16 and spending the weekend at a good friends while my parents were gone. His parents were gone too, but his older sister home too. We were sitting around watching TV when their dog (a little yapper named muffin) started to act really wierd, he would run to the door and then back and whine, and then to the window and then back, we got a little unnerved and I got a big flashlight and he grabbed a softball bat. I just starting to look out the window real carefully, when a guys face was right there. We both just about had a heart attack and then he hit the window and it shattered. I screamed (Yup, I did, just like a little girl) I was trying to back up and get out of the glass and he was trying to get in when I heard a WhUMP sound and then another one. I looked up and the bad guy was not moving any more. I finally looked the other way and my buddy was standing their circling the bat up in the air like Roberto Clemente ready for strike three. His eyes were the size of cue balls as he looked at the guy daring him to regain consciousness again.

Guy was wanted B&E guy, when he was booked it was found he had taken some of the older sisters panties off the clothes line in the back yard. The two hits from the soft ball bat had rendered him a nonthreat to the world, he was a ward of the state from then on. He was unable to care for himself ever again.


Not me but my dad, When parents were first married, they lived in a second floor duplex, and Dad worked in a foundry nights while going to seminary. He would get a ride and would get dropped off at the end of the block at 1 am and walk up alley to back door. He got there and noticed a ladder blocking the back steps, looking up, he saw a guy trying to crowbar the window open. Dad grabs the ladder and just leans back pulling as hard as he can. Pulling that ladder away from the window.

Dad says that guy hit the ground flat on his back from about 15 feet up. Dad had just gotten out of college after wrestling AAU and before that on a Navy team. He was now putting in eight hours a day swinging sledge hammer knocking sand out of V-8 Ford blocks that had just been cast. I would say he was in shape. He grabbed the guy who was not feeling too good anyway and slammed him around a bit. My dad told him to sit still while he got some rope and the guy tried to get up and run. My dad said he grabbed the guy and did a perfect rolling souffle into a pile of bricks that was beside the garage. Dad then grabbed a brick and got a couple of licks in with that. Bad guy was then willing to sit still and wait for police to show up. Dad had picture of the guy at hospital and would show it to me when I thought I was man enough to tell him no.....Mom would say later she had no idea my Dad could get so upset. To this day, she has never heard him raise his voice to her.

Guy was wanted for Rape, attempted murder, and armed robbery. All the time dad was beating the crap out of him, BG had a old top break S&W in his pocket. I now have that gun.

Dad still has the BG's ladder.
 
Well, next to you guys my stories are pretty tame.

The only home defense I ever did was back when I lived with my old man. My room was ground floor, right above the basement door. The door was directly below the window that was next to my bed. A couple of steps went down so you could get down below ground level.

Well, that door's real old. The house was built in the 40's/50's housing boom, and most of the hardware on that place we'd since replaced - Including the front and side doors, the garage door, and most of the kitchen. But the basement door didn't get used much, and it was secured at the time with a chain lock (motel door style) and a mortise lock that was rusted solid. That door didn't open too well anymore. The handle would turn, but the mortise bolt kept it shut.

Well, I woke up to the sound of what I thought was something banging directly below me. "That's odd," I thought to myself. About 2:30 AM, according to the alarm clock. "That damn fool better not be doing laundry at this hour," I mused to myself, as the laundry machines were right next to the basement door, and basically right below my bed.

Thud. There it went again. It was August, and my side window was open with the screen in it. Sounded like it was outside.

Rolled over, rummaged around next to by bed and found my Surefire and my Mossberg. Heard something scuffle outside, then nothing but the peepers doing their thing outside.

Rummaged around some more. Found a shell. Felt like a three incher. Musta been some of that buckshot I bought the other day. Dropped it in and gave it a pump. Just then, from outside, I heard it: "Sh*t!" somebody said.

I got over to the window with my light and my gun in time to illuminate the receding backside of some guy trucking like I've never seen a man truck before through my neighbor's yard and over the fence.

I called the cops to tell 'em to look for someone's retreating backside in my area in a black knit cap, and the dispatcher agreed to send someone to have a bit of a drive around in my neighborhood. I told 'em he probably wasn't coming back, and if he did I had my gun at the ready, and I was going back to sleep.

I never had a problem like that again and I never did tell my old man about it because he was such a rabid anti-gunner. Still, betcha he'd be glad to know I had one of those evil black boomsticks to keep whoever it was from busting into his house.
 
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