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Come on, here.. you can't tell us all this and not elaborate some..!
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Come on, here.. you can't tell us all this and not elaborate some..!
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I was about 17 at the time... I heard a couple taps coming from my room, which was odd... It was summer, and my windows were up to let air in.... I realized no one was home (it is always someone else making noise, so it took a second to register)... I tried to quickly and quietly get the Glock 21 from my parents' bedroom, since most of our guns are in a safe in my room, and I obviously couldn't go get my 12 gauge. So I walked down the hall, and I hear more of that noise that sounds (to me) like a screen tearing... I glance at the picture across the hall I use kinda like a mirror, and nothing... walk in, and bam...
The biggest Bee I've seen in my life, just bumbling about into the fan. I nearly opened fire, but I suspect that 230 grain slug would have just bounced off that golf ball with wings...
The biggest Bee I've seen in my life, just bumbling about into the fan. I nearly opened fire, but I suspect that 230 grain slug would have just bounced off that golf ball with wings...
SimplyChad
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Living in el paso on a PFC and SPC pay ive had some run ins. Most were as simple as say something and watch them run. Some not so much. I came back from a FTX to find someone trying very hard to get my couch out my from door, people trying to still my CIF stuff from the cab of my truck. One rather ballsy guy tryed to load my motorcycle up in the bed of his truck when I was BBQing with some friends in sight of it. Stupid Stupid things.
LongTimeGone
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About a month ago I was sitting at my computer in my office at about 9pm when my grown daughter came halfway down the stairs and said she heard something outside.
I told her to stay there and grabbed the pistol sitting on my desk.
I walked toward the back patio when my wife came out of the bedroom and said she heard the pool screen door slam followed by the privacy fence gate to the front yard.
I went out the front door and searched the yard but didn't see anyone.
I figured he saw me holding my pistol through the patio doors and took off.
There was a 3 foot 2x4 from the yard on the patio table close to the large glass french doors.
I'm glad the daughter has better hearing than me.
I told her to stay there and grabbed the pistol sitting on my desk.
I walked toward the back patio when my wife came out of the bedroom and said she heard the pool screen door slam followed by the privacy fence gate to the front yard.
I went out the front door and searched the yard but didn't see anyone.
I figured he saw me holding my pistol through the patio doors and took off.
There was a 3 foot 2x4 from the yard on the patio table close to the large glass french doors.
I'm glad the daughter has better hearing than me.
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1. In college. Had a house with 3 other guys. They were from that state I was not. They all went home one weekend. I went out with other freinds, came home went to bed. I always locked my bedroom door. Mostly so roomies wouldnt mess with me while I was sleeping etc., it was habit. I woke up to my door rattling and was a bit out of it. Opened it to see big fat sweaty guy. His eyes got real big and he started saying sorry and I escorted him out. Lesson learned: no gun, shotgun was unloaded in the closet behind a dresser I had in there. Roommates cam back and one asked who'd been sleeping in his bed while he was gone. third roommate lived in the basement and had left the side door unlocked.
2. Almost forgot this one. 1st Home, major city USA. Sitting in the back yard patio. There was a new condo building being build next door. I heard crunching on the gravel in between my 2flat and the building under construction. I thought it was someone just cutting through. The sound stopped. I went and got my SIG 230 and looked in between the buildings and there was a fugure on the ground. I pointed it and told him to get up - I'm not sure that he saw the gun. He got up and and walked out to the street. I went around the other way and there were 3 bicycle cops riding by (police station was 100 yards away on the same street). I told them what happened and they caught the guy but let him go despite his having a crowbar because he didn't actually break in yet. Posession of burglary tools is a crime as I found out later. Useless cops again. Garage was broken into twice and the second time my neighbor saw and called the cops. Took them 15 minutes even though the station was practiaclly on the same block.
3. Home, major city USA. House is on a 24' wide by 125' city lot. Bedroom is in back with a small balcony overlooking the tiny yard and garage. My first dog, a large male Vizsla started growling low and woke up my wife. She looked outside and saw nothing. He kept growling. A head poked out between my garage and the next. She woke me up and said a ######'s in the yard. I looked out for almost a minute and then I saw him look out again. My garage had been burglarized the week before but interupted by a neighbor with the guy seen riding down my alley on an orange furry bicycle (really) with my mitre saw over his back. I called cops and they filled out a report. I wouldn't have thought this guy would be hard to find given what he was riding. I told my wife to call the cops again this time, pulled on pants went downstairs. Wife refused to let me take the dog because he might get hurt - he was a big V 70 lbs and didn't like certain types of people - including me sometimes. Got my keys, went to the basement, unlocked the safe, pulled out my always loaded SIG P226. Went out the basement door in the back and saw the garage door was ajar. I gently kicked in the door with my bare feet and see a guy leaning in my truck door. He already had the overhead open to the alley. I yelled something like "Freeze or your dead". His eyes got huge and he took off running down the alley yelling "it wasn't me, it wasn't me" - utterly terrified. He was WAY faster than me. I half thought about shooting one into the telephone pole to make him never come back but thought better of it. My wife called my neighhbor after the cops and he came running out with a baseball bat. I used it to destroy the orange furry bicycle. Cops came about 15 - 20 minutes later and did nothing as usual.
Thoughts: A gun is loaded and in a push button safe next to the bed now. Another 1st. floor. Rest in the basement with one loaded. One in the truck on a secured lock box. When you need it it needs to be ready and close at hand. Also bring your dog in case they run real fast.
2. Almost forgot this one. 1st Home, major city USA. Sitting in the back yard patio. There was a new condo building being build next door. I heard crunching on the gravel in between my 2flat and the building under construction. I thought it was someone just cutting through. The sound stopped. I went and got my SIG 230 and looked in between the buildings and there was a fugure on the ground. I pointed it and told him to get up - I'm not sure that he saw the gun. He got up and and walked out to the street. I went around the other way and there were 3 bicycle cops riding by (police station was 100 yards away on the same street). I told them what happened and they caught the guy but let him go despite his having a crowbar because he didn't actually break in yet. Posession of burglary tools is a crime as I found out later. Useless cops again. Garage was broken into twice and the second time my neighbor saw and called the cops. Took them 15 minutes even though the station was practiaclly on the same block.
3. Home, major city USA. House is on a 24' wide by 125' city lot. Bedroom is in back with a small balcony overlooking the tiny yard and garage. My first dog, a large male Vizsla started growling low and woke up my wife. She looked outside and saw nothing. He kept growling. A head poked out between my garage and the next. She woke me up and said a ######'s in the yard. I looked out for almost a minute and then I saw him look out again. My garage had been burglarized the week before but interupted by a neighbor with the guy seen riding down my alley on an orange furry bicycle (really) with my mitre saw over his back. I called cops and they filled out a report. I wouldn't have thought this guy would be hard to find given what he was riding. I told my wife to call the cops again this time, pulled on pants went downstairs. Wife refused to let me take the dog because he might get hurt - he was a big V 70 lbs and didn't like certain types of people - including me sometimes. Got my keys, went to the basement, unlocked the safe, pulled out my always loaded SIG P226. Went out the basement door in the back and saw the garage door was ajar. I gently kicked in the door with my bare feet and see a guy leaning in my truck door. He already had the overhead open to the alley. I yelled something like "Freeze or your dead". His eyes got huge and he took off running down the alley yelling "it wasn't me, it wasn't me" - utterly terrified. He was WAY faster than me. I half thought about shooting one into the telephone pole to make him never come back but thought better of it. My wife called my neighhbor after the cops and he came running out with a baseball bat. I used it to destroy the orange furry bicycle. Cops came about 15 - 20 minutes later and did nothing as usual.
Thoughts: A gun is loaded and in a push button safe next to the bed now. Another 1st. floor. Rest in the basement with one loaded. One in the truck on a secured lock box. When you need it it needs to be ready and close at hand. Also bring your dog in case they run real fast.
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wagon.driver
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That would have been a real, real bad idea.
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My tale of bumps in the night.
It was around midnight,I was sleeping,single at the time,in a so so neighborhood.
I was awakened to some one trying to crash thru my front door,repeatedly
So I jump out of bed buck naked grab my 38 chief special
I assume a combat stance ready to fire as the person came thru the door. I crept up and flicked the light on, ready on the trigger the whole time.
I peaked thru the certain and saw it was the woman next door.???? I said
So I put on pants and put my gun out of sight.
It turns out her husband was beating the crap out of her,and she was getting away. I might have capped his butt ,no sign of the chicken.
Luckily only time I ever had to draw.
It was around midnight,I was sleeping,single at the time,in a so so neighborhood.
I was awakened to some one trying to crash thru my front door,repeatedly
So I jump out of bed buck naked grab my 38 chief special
I assume a combat stance ready to fire as the person came thru the door. I crept up and flicked the light on, ready on the trigger the whole time.
I peaked thru the certain and saw it was the woman next door.???? I said
So I put on pants and put my gun out of sight.
It turns out her husband was beating the crap out of her,and she was getting away. I might have capped his butt ,no sign of the chicken.
Luckily only time I ever had to draw.
Texan Scott
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VV, look at it this way... you got in no trouble, nobody was hurt, that guy ain't NEVER comin back, and though your miter saw was a poor trade for his bike, HOW MANY GUYS CAN CLAIM TO HAVE BEATEN AN ORANGE FUZZY BICYCLE TO DEATH WITH A BASEBALL BAT?? 
priceless memories!
mickeyblueeyes, i am a bit country... next time please use the word 'coward'; i just spent over a minute wondering how a chicken figured into the story.
(what was she doing with a chicken? her husband was upset about a chicken? what was... OOOOOHHH)
priceless memories!
mickeyblueeyes, i am a bit country... next time please use the word 'coward'; i just spent over a minute wondering how a chicken figured into the story.
(what was she doing with a chicken? her husband was upset about a chicken? what was... OOOOOHHH)
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mickeyblueyes
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Sorry tex
Sorry for the mix up tex,
I spent 5 mins trying to find a word that would not get deleted. Calling him a chicken is far to good, I got no use for men that hit women. And there are some fine lookin chickens in this world.
Sorry for the mix up tex,
I spent 5 mins trying to find a word that would not get deleted. Calling him a chicken is far to good, I got no use for men that hit women. And there are some fine lookin chickens in this world.
mickeyblueyes
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Oh boy
When I said there are fine lookin chickens in this world, I was talkin about them fancy Bantams, and those other ones with the big fethrs ,pretty colors.
Now if I was talkin about women I would have said chicks. Lol oki am personally locking this thread. Lol
When I said there are fine lookin chickens in this world, I was talkin about them fancy Bantams, and those other ones with the big fethrs ,pretty colors.
Now if I was talkin about women I would have said chicks. Lol oki am personally locking this thread. Lol
mortablunt
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^ It's just like with the British. They'll ask for a rubber and don't get why everyone is scandalized. Same thing when they hear about a jumper on a skyscraper. Oh separated by a common language.
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smalls
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While in highschool, I parked in the street, so my mum could get in/out for work. I hated it, because I drove a really fast (read, people wanted to steal it) car. I walked out of my house once at 1 am to pick a friend up from work (his car had broken down), and someone was crouched behind my car trying to get my door unlocked. We both shocked the hell out of eachother. I didn't know he was there, and he didn't hear me walk up behind him. One swift kick to the head had him lying on the ground so the police could come get him.
Turned out that he was a kid I went to school with, who saw me drive the car to and from school. He did a few years, because when the searched his garage he had about $20,000 of stolen parts.
Not really a "home" break in, but it was at home.
Turned out that he was a kid I went to school with, who saw me drive the car to and from school. He did a few years, because when the searched his garage he had about $20,000 of stolen parts.
Not really a "home" break in, but it was at home.
MachIVshooter
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I don't mean to sound judgmental, but you need to:
1) Move!
2) Find different kinds of people to associate with and other places and hang out at
3) Work on situational awareness
My wife and I along with our two dogs were living in Austin, I was traveling every week for work so I was not home very often. She called me one night and said someone had been knocking on the door to the apartment but every time she got up and looked out to see who it was nobody was there. She blew it off at first but what finally scared her was when both of our dogs stood up and stared at the front door she looked over and saw the doorknob moving, she freaked and called me and of course I was 1,000 miles from home. I told her to get the shotgun from the closet and rack it if that doorknob moves again, which about ten minutes later it moved and she racked the shotgun and it never happened again. the end.
ByAnyMeans
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I have only had to use a gun once in a self defense situation. Their was no shots fired and the presence of the shotgun made the guy run.
It had just entered the summer when i was away at college. Me and a few others were moving myself and a female friend into an apartment we were renting for the summer. Where I went to school was funny. You turn one way out of the gates of the college and your at million dollar homes on the water but turn left and your in the ghetto.
It took us a few hours to unload and being one of a few guys and the only real big guy I had done most of the lifting. When we were all done everyone left to go run errands and grab supplies for a BBQ that night. I decided to stay back to take a cool shower and a nap.
People must have been watching us unload and then saw what they thought was everyone leaving because I took a quick shower and laid down, maybe fifteen minutes after everyone left I started to drift of to sleep.
I get woken up by glass breaking and I reach for the light by my head knocking it over in a crash to the floor. I take a second to listen and hear my roommates dog going nuts and so I peek at the window up front. It was actually a straight shot from where I was sleeping so it is not as if I went looking to see what was going on but rather focused my eyes and took it all in.
I see a figure outside the window and a hand through the broken window trying to undo the latch. He was obviously not concerned of the big dog inside or the fact that their was in fact a person home because he had to hear all the noise and still kept trying to get the latch undone. I grabbed my shotgun by the bed and racked it* as I brought it to my shoulder. Before I could even get it brought up to my shoulder the hand and shadowy figure where gone.
I never even reported it to the police. I did not want to have to explain where the shotgun was held prior to that day I moved in because it had been kept in my dorm room. It was an older type of window just like at the college and I was working maintenance over the summer so the next day of work I grabbed a window pane and some glaze and fixed the window.
* the discussion of keeping a round chambered in a shotgun should be kept for another thread.
It had just entered the summer when i was away at college. Me and a few others were moving myself and a female friend into an apartment we were renting for the summer. Where I went to school was funny. You turn one way out of the gates of the college and your at million dollar homes on the water but turn left and your in the ghetto.
It took us a few hours to unload and being one of a few guys and the only real big guy I had done most of the lifting. When we were all done everyone left to go run errands and grab supplies for a BBQ that night. I decided to stay back to take a cool shower and a nap.
People must have been watching us unload and then saw what they thought was everyone leaving because I took a quick shower and laid down, maybe fifteen minutes after everyone left I started to drift of to sleep.
I get woken up by glass breaking and I reach for the light by my head knocking it over in a crash to the floor. I take a second to listen and hear my roommates dog going nuts and so I peek at the window up front. It was actually a straight shot from where I was sleeping so it is not as if I went looking to see what was going on but rather focused my eyes and took it all in.
I see a figure outside the window and a hand through the broken window trying to undo the latch. He was obviously not concerned of the big dog inside or the fact that their was in fact a person home because he had to hear all the noise and still kept trying to get the latch undone. I grabbed my shotgun by the bed and racked it* as I brought it to my shoulder. Before I could even get it brought up to my shoulder the hand and shadowy figure where gone.
I never even reported it to the police. I did not want to have to explain where the shotgun was held prior to that day I moved in because it had been kept in my dorm room. It was an older type of window just like at the college and I was working maintenance over the summer so the next day of work I grabbed a window pane and some glaze and fixed the window.
* the discussion of keeping a round chambered in a shotgun should be kept for another thread.
Afelt.tech
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No stories since owning a firearm, but I will gladly share the one that led to me buying one.
First and most important fact: At the time of this story I lived, worked, went to school, and spent my free time in Flint, MI.
While at our rental house just a few months after our wedding, my wife and I were in bed just about to fall asleep at 3 AM or so. Our doorbell rang, and being the naive 22 year old I was at the time, I got up, went to the door, and stuck my head right up to the glass to see who it was.
To my surprise, it was 2 large guys strait out of the ghetto... decked out in colors (Red... not sure what gang that goes with in this area) and an Impala in my driveway.
Mistake #2: I opened the door. I should mention they were outside of the storm door of my screened in porch, a good 10 ft. from the door. After a very short conversation, I told them to <removed> and shut and dead bolted the door to the house. That's when the scariness started.... pounding/kicking the door. Me with my 290 lb frame pushing against it.... Wife on the phone with 911. They showed up, 1 of them took off in the car but the other was taken in.
The next afternoon, I called my best friend... an avid gun activist and resident of Flint. He took me shooting at a local range. That led to me purchasing my first firearm: a mossy 500, my first pistol this last year, and taking my CPL class this coming June. The day we found out that we had a little one on the way (about 8 months from the incident) we found a new place. The old house has since been burned to the ground.
I am very thankful that things didn't end poorly for us, I would be lost without my family.
For anyone who is unfamiliar with Flint, I would encourage you to spend some quality time with google on the issue.
First and most important fact: At the time of this story I lived, worked, went to school, and spent my free time in Flint, MI.
While at our rental house just a few months after our wedding, my wife and I were in bed just about to fall asleep at 3 AM or so. Our doorbell rang, and being the naive 22 year old I was at the time, I got up, went to the door, and stuck my head right up to the glass to see who it was.
To my surprise, it was 2 large guys strait out of the ghetto... decked out in colors (Red... not sure what gang that goes with in this area) and an Impala in my driveway.
Mistake #2: I opened the door. I should mention they were outside of the storm door of my screened in porch, a good 10 ft. from the door. After a very short conversation, I told them to <removed> and shut and dead bolted the door to the house. That's when the scariness started.... pounding/kicking the door. Me with my 290 lb frame pushing against it.... Wife on the phone with 911. They showed up, 1 of them took off in the car but the other was taken in.
The next afternoon, I called my best friend... an avid gun activist and resident of Flint. He took me shooting at a local range. That led to me purchasing my first firearm: a mossy 500, my first pistol this last year, and taking my CPL class this coming June. The day we found out that we had a little one on the way (about 8 months from the incident) we found a new place. The old house has since been burned to the ground.
I am very thankful that things didn't end poorly for us, I would be lost without my family.
For anyone who is unfamiliar with Flint, I would encourage you to spend some quality time with google on the issue.
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Godsgunman
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Here's a story you all will probably find amusing. I first must preface it with saying that I've been an avid hunter and fisher since I can remember so owning guns is in my blood, my wife however is not a big fan of my gun owning.
Anyways, we had just had our baby girl and she was premature so she was in the NICU at the time. After spending the whole day at the NICU we were exhausted. Being fast asleep we are awakened by a large CRASH! It felt and sounded like someone broke down our door. Instinctively I grab my 45 from the bedside safe and wrack the slide. As I approach the bedroom doorway to see what was happening, my wife says to me "wait, where's your other gun?" I look at her kind of confused and say "why? I only need one." She looks back at me and says "but what about me, I need one!". LOL for someone who didn't like me having guns, when it came down to it, she wanted one when she thought she was in danger. Anyways it turned out no one had broken in, the noise was caused by the medicine cabinet falling off the wall in the bathroom.
I have never let my wife live it down, and she has changed her mind a little about me owning my guns
Anyways, we had just had our baby girl and she was premature so she was in the NICU at the time. After spending the whole day at the NICU we were exhausted. Being fast asleep we are awakened by a large CRASH! It felt and sounded like someone broke down our door. Instinctively I grab my 45 from the bedside safe and wrack the slide. As I approach the bedroom doorway to see what was happening, my wife says to me "wait, where's your other gun?" I look at her kind of confused and say "why? I only need one." She looks back at me and says "but what about me, I need one!". LOL for someone who didn't like me having guns, when it came down to it, she wanted one when she thought she was in danger. Anyways it turned out no one had broken in, the noise was caused by the medicine cabinet falling off the wall in the bathroom.
I have never let my wife live it down, and she has changed her mind a little about me owning my guns
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