Auburn1992
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Seinfeld, do you think that maybe they thought you were a robber trying to break into the truck? That's kinda what I got out of it.
It happened to me, Carry stories
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nerd-with-a-gun
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Many years ago when I was around 23 years old I was sitting at home in the afternoon. I was living in a neighborhood that was once safe but had gone way down hill over the years. I had heavy drapes on the front window and a cloth curtain on the small four pane window on the door. From the outside it is impossible to tell if anyone is home or not. Through a small crack in the drapes I could see that there was someone outside trying to look in through the window. After a few minutes he came to the front door and I could see his silhouette through the cloth curtain on the front door window. He was trying his best to see in. I went and got my German Luger replica. Now this replica actually was a Luger that had been plugged and could not chamber a round. This was before the days when the guvment required orange plugs on fake guns to signify that they were fakes. While he was still at the front door, I put my hand on the doorknob and as quietly as I could I turned it and then yanked the door open. I held the "gun" with the muzzle pointed up and yelled in a loud voice, "can I help you?" He first saw me and then the "gun" and his eyes got as big as saucers. He literally screamed like a girl and then said, "no sir" and ran off down the street.
Now if he had been carrying or was the aggressive type I would have been SOL, but like most petty thieves, he was a coward.
Never again will I have to be in a situation like that without a real, loaded firearm.
Now if he had been carrying or was the aggressive type I would have been SOL, but like most petty thieves, he was a coward.
Never again will I have to be in a situation like that without a real, loaded firearm.
oldman1946
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What not to do
Many years ago, I think the early to mid 80's, I was generally carrying a S&W model 659 stainless in a Galco Shoulder Holster. Being a creature of habit, I would come home from work, drape my shoulder holster over the back of a chair at my desk that sat at the west end of my den. The night in question was no different.
Then I got called out on a case. It was dark, cold and raining. I put a shirt on, reached to grab my shoulder holster and pulled it up to put it on my right shoulder first.
Unfortunately the hammer snagged the bottom of the chair. I always carried a round in the chamber. The hammer struck the round, the round went off and being pointed downward as the holster allowed, the round went into the carpet and then struck the cement floor beneath the carpet. That in turn, caused the bullet to bounce back up and graze my right leg. Additionally the cement fragments went into my lower leg.
This scared me into carrying a different weapon and also scared my dog so bad that it would not come around me for two weeks. He was by my left leg when all this happened.
I keep the bullet in my desk drawer to remind me of what can happen when one has to carry a firearm daily.
Many years ago, I think the early to mid 80's, I was generally carrying a S&W model 659 stainless in a Galco Shoulder Holster. Being a creature of habit, I would come home from work, drape my shoulder holster over the back of a chair at my desk that sat at the west end of my den. The night in question was no different.
Then I got called out on a case. It was dark, cold and raining. I put a shirt on, reached to grab my shoulder holster and pulled it up to put it on my right shoulder first.
Unfortunately the hammer snagged the bottom of the chair. I always carried a round in the chamber. The hammer struck the round, the round went off and being pointed downward as the holster allowed, the round went into the carpet and then struck the cement floor beneath the carpet. That in turn, caused the bullet to bounce back up and graze my right leg. Additionally the cement fragments went into my lower leg.
This scared me into carrying a different weapon and also scared my dog so bad that it would not come around me for two weeks. He was by my left leg when all this happened.
I keep the bullet in my desk drawer to remind me of what can happen when one has to carry a firearm daily.
Tomahawk674
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Hmm, the 659 has a half cock, and if the hammer is drop before the half cock is engaged, in theory it shouldn't fire the round. What about the safety? that has a hammer block, but I understand if you don't want to mess with it when you needed it.
oldman1946
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You are right.
I did not use the half cock feature. During the few times I had to pull it in work related events, I would cock it as I pulled it out. Most of the time, the hammer was on a live round.
It was stupid on my part and I learned my lesson. I have learned many lessons over the last 44 years of carry and 38 yrs of law work.
I did not use the half cock feature. During the few times I had to pull it in work related events, I would cock it as I pulled it out. Most of the time, the hammer was on a live round.
It was stupid on my part and I learned my lesson. I have learned many lessons over the last 44 years of carry and 38 yrs of law work.
Tomahawk674
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What I meant to say was that with the hammer resting on a live round, if the hammer were pulled back, the half cock would engage. If the hammer was not pulled back far enough to engage the half cock, then it shouldn't have had enough force when released to fire a round. But I guess freak accidents happen, I don't personally see anything that you did wrong. In my case I just feel safer with the safety on with all my guns.
I find your account very interesting because I own (but don't carry, yet) a 659, which I love.
I find your account very interesting because I own (but don't carry, yet) a 659, which I love.
John Wayne
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I was walking along a trail on a Sunday afternoon with my dog and girlfriend. We passed several people including runners, birdwatchers, old couples, etc. so naturally we weren't expecting anything to happen.
As we started down a side loop that branches off from the main trail, my girlfriend was talking a lot, and I thought I heard something out of place. Not a weird noise or anything, just noise I couldn't attribute to anything I could see at the moment. Weird. Anyway, walked another 20 yards down the trail and heard a definate rustling to my left, so I stopped. The rustling continued until a short guy dressed in "street" clothes walked out about ten feet in front of me. He had crazy eyes, looked very out of place and had no expression on his face. I said "Hi" to him and he made no reply. We stood there for a few more seconds before walking past. I did not turn around but my girlfriend did and said that the man was looking down at his hands, or possibly something in his pocket as we walked off.
Now, I can't vouch for his actual intentions. I do know, however, that he was off in thick brush, wearing clothes (baggy pants, new sneakers, etc.) that one does not typically wear on nature walks. I honestly believe he heard us coming, started walking with the intent to come out of the brush behind us and was thrown off when I stopped walking (he would not have been able to see me stop, and probably would not have been able to hear me stop with as much noise as he made). He was then either too high or surprised to see two people and a dog instead of a woman (my girlfriend had been talking) to do whatever he originally intended to do.
Maybe he was just being an average delinquent smoking dope. If that was all he intended to do though, I don't see why he would come out of thick cover to expose himself on a trail. I don't know what object he had in his hand/pocket, it could have been a screwdriver, boxcutter, gun, lighter...anything. What really scared me was that, in hindsight:
I heard him coming and made no effort to make my pistol more accessable. I was wearing a coat with a tight-fitting elastic snow skirt, which would have had to have been unzipped to get to my PT-140.
This guy was 3 feet from me and I made no effort to back up. In fact, I was curious as to what was going to step out of the brush so I waited to see.
My idiot dog just sat there.
I continued forward, letting this guy out of my sight. For all I know he could have been waiting to stab me in the back, or had fellow hoodlum friends down the trail. After reasessing the situation (hindsight being 20/20 and all), I think I should have: unzipped my jacket when I heard him coming, made more verbal contact once I saw him, and turn back down the trail the way I had come.
I heard this guy coming, saw him step out, yet because I did nothing he could probably seriously harmed/killed one/both of us before I was able to react. I don't have the PT-140 any more; when I have a heavy jacket on I like to have my 442 in the pocket so I can keep my hand on it without fiddling with zippers, snow skirts, etc. when seconds count.
As we started down a side loop that branches off from the main trail, my girlfriend was talking a lot, and I thought I heard something out of place. Not a weird noise or anything, just noise I couldn't attribute to anything I could see at the moment. Weird. Anyway, walked another 20 yards down the trail and heard a definate rustling to my left, so I stopped. The rustling continued until a short guy dressed in "street" clothes walked out about ten feet in front of me. He had crazy eyes, looked very out of place and had no expression on his face. I said "Hi" to him and he made no reply. We stood there for a few more seconds before walking past. I did not turn around but my girlfriend did and said that the man was looking down at his hands, or possibly something in his pocket as we walked off.
Now, I can't vouch for his actual intentions. I do know, however, that he was off in thick brush, wearing clothes (baggy pants, new sneakers, etc.) that one does not typically wear on nature walks. I honestly believe he heard us coming, started walking with the intent to come out of the brush behind us and was thrown off when I stopped walking (he would not have been able to see me stop, and probably would not have been able to hear me stop with as much noise as he made). He was then either too high or surprised to see two people and a dog instead of a woman (my girlfriend had been talking) to do whatever he originally intended to do.
Maybe he was just being an average delinquent smoking dope. If that was all he intended to do though, I don't see why he would come out of thick cover to expose himself on a trail. I don't know what object he had in his hand/pocket, it could have been a screwdriver, boxcutter, gun, lighter...anything. What really scared me was that, in hindsight:
I heard him coming and made no effort to make my pistol more accessable. I was wearing a coat with a tight-fitting elastic snow skirt, which would have had to have been unzipped to get to my PT-140.
This guy was 3 feet from me and I made no effort to back up. In fact, I was curious as to what was going to step out of the brush so I waited to see.
My idiot dog just sat there.
I continued forward, letting this guy out of my sight. For all I know he could have been waiting to stab me in the back, or had fellow hoodlum friends down the trail. After reasessing the situation (hindsight being 20/20 and all), I think I should have: unzipped my jacket when I heard him coming, made more verbal contact once I saw him, and turn back down the trail the way I had come.
I heard this guy coming, saw him step out, yet because I did nothing he could probably seriously harmed/killed one/both of us before I was able to react. I don't have the PT-140 any more; when I have a heavy jacket on I like to have my 442 in the pocket so I can keep my hand on it without fiddling with zippers, snow skirts, etc. when seconds count.
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John Wayne - I honestly believe he heard us coming, started walking with the intent to come out of the brush behind us and was thrown off when I stopped walking (he would not have been able to see me stop, and probably would not have been able to hear me stop with as much noise as he made). He was then either too high or surprised to see two people and a dog instead of a woman (my girlfriend had been talking) to do whatever he originally intended to do.
Sounds like he was planning to assault a woman.
Sounds like he was planning to assault a woman.
mordechaianiliewicz
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Couple things I've noticed-
I. Many of these events were happening in and around cars.
II. Alot more stuff with animals happens than I would have thought.
My story actually took place in a car. (I have other stories, but only this one for now).
I was driving home one night from an ex-girlfriend's place. She lived in a fun little area "lovingly" called The Dogpatch. And I lived in a neighboring suburb. I was going home and driving on a road which goes through some bad parts. And a car starts following me. Big older model Suburban. And noticing this, I make about three turns, and it follows me onto a side street. Because I wasn't thinking about it, I didn't realize I'd turned onto a dead end street. So, I pulled my Kel-Tec out, and put it under my leg.
Then, I turned around in a driveway and this truck was waiting. I held the gun up, so he would see it. Then I saw the driver of the truck. He saw me, and the piece. His jaw lowered, and he kept on driving, and turned around himself, in a driveway, and didn't follow me, after that.
Looking back, I think to myself, that this guy was trying to carjack me. And that I made a huge mistake when turned onto that street. I should've been more focused more on my surroundings. I also think to myself that I was lucky. When I pulled into that driveway, if he'd gotten out of his vehicle and run up on me, I would have been either in a gun fight with a limited field of fire, or just shot.
He in fact could've shot me from across the street if he was a decent shot.
Was a learning experience.
I. Many of these events were happening in and around cars.
II. Alot more stuff with animals happens than I would have thought.
My story actually took place in a car. (I have other stories, but only this one for now).
I was driving home one night from an ex-girlfriend's place. She lived in a fun little area "lovingly" called The Dogpatch. And I lived in a neighboring suburb. I was going home and driving on a road which goes through some bad parts. And a car starts following me. Big older model Suburban. And noticing this, I make about three turns, and it follows me onto a side street. Because I wasn't thinking about it, I didn't realize I'd turned onto a dead end street. So, I pulled my Kel-Tec out, and put it under my leg.
Then, I turned around in a driveway and this truck was waiting. I held the gun up, so he would see it. Then I saw the driver of the truck. He saw me, and the piece. His jaw lowered, and he kept on driving, and turned around himself, in a driveway, and didn't follow me, after that.
Looking back, I think to myself, that this guy was trying to carjack me. And that I made a huge mistake when turned onto that street. I should've been more focused more on my surroundings. I also think to myself that I was lucky. When I pulled into that driveway, if he'd gotten out of his vehicle and run up on me, I would have been either in a gun fight with a limited field of fire, or just shot.
He in fact could've shot me from across the street if he was a decent shot.
Was a learning experience.
CombatArmsUSAF
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Hey Mord,
Are we talking a pocket mouse gun kel tec? I just can't picture someone being intimidated by those little things. Not saying they don't serve a purpose, I'm just saying they aren't the best tool for intimidation factor.
Glad you made it out okay though.
Are we talking a pocket mouse gun kel tec? I just can't picture someone being intimidated by those little things. Not saying they don't serve a purpose, I'm just saying they aren't the best tool for intimidation factor.
Glad you made it out okay though.
SSN Vet
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I would propose to you that they were animals already and that you were simply unaware of that.
SSN Vet
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I don't understand why you feel so compelled to repeat this over and over...
from your description it sure sounds like you were the victim of two racially motivated attacks, and denied police services bases on you race...
it is what it is...
calling it what it is doesn't make you a racist... you gave credit to the two decent souls that helped you...
My wife and I both grew up on farms in the mid-west and we had just moved to a large city several states away from home. One Saturday morning my wife asked me to take her to a furniture store that had some big sale going on. So we load up in the car with our 1 yr old strapped in his car seat in the back seat of the car.
Not being familiar with the city in general and having no idea where the store was we were looking for I got caught up in watching street signs and wasn't paying too much attention to anything else. I did notice however that we were in a not-so-good part of town. Well my wife tells me we passed the street we should have turned on, so I see a little dead end side street coming up on the right and I just turn in real quick without signaling and whip a u-turn so that I am facing back to where I had just came from.....and then all hell breaks loose. Three rough looking guys in an old beat-up pick-up come screaming in there and pull up right beside me looking at me like they think I knocked-up their sister. It's hot, so I have the windows up and the AC on but I can hear the driver revving up his engine and staring at me like he is totally pissed about something. I stare right back at him with our eyes locked on each other and he either decides I'm not who he thought I was or that he had business elsewhere, puts it in reverse, squalls the tires, backs out and takes off.
This happened 18 years ago and concealed carry was illegal at the time in that state. But, me being who I am, I had a 1911 stuck in the seat beside me. I was uneasy around the big city having lived on a farm all my life and that incident reinforced my views of city life. I've never left home without a gun since then, and I stay in condition yellow anytime I'm outside my home. My youngest son thinks I'm paranoid and tells me that there are no terrorists at the mall...........my oldest son has since outgrown such naive notions.
I never did figure out what the deal was, as my wife saw the truck when it pulled in and they were coming down the street toward us, not from behind us. The only thing I could come up with is that they were looking for someone who drove a car like mine, or the fact that I didn't bat an eyelash when I stared the driver down may have caused him to reconsider.
Not being familiar with the city in general and having no idea where the store was we were looking for I got caught up in watching street signs and wasn't paying too much attention to anything else. I did notice however that we were in a not-so-good part of town. Well my wife tells me we passed the street we should have turned on, so I see a little dead end side street coming up on the right and I just turn in real quick without signaling and whip a u-turn so that I am facing back to where I had just came from.....and then all hell breaks loose. Three rough looking guys in an old beat-up pick-up come screaming in there and pull up right beside me looking at me like they think I knocked-up their sister. It's hot, so I have the windows up and the AC on but I can hear the driver revving up his engine and staring at me like he is totally pissed about something. I stare right back at him with our eyes locked on each other and he either decides I'm not who he thought I was or that he had business elsewhere, puts it in reverse, squalls the tires, backs out and takes off.
This happened 18 years ago and concealed carry was illegal at the time in that state. But, me being who I am, I had a 1911 stuck in the seat beside me. I was uneasy around the big city having lived on a farm all my life and that incident reinforced my views of city life. I've never left home without a gun since then, and I stay in condition yellow anytime I'm outside my home. My youngest son thinks I'm paranoid and tells me that there are no terrorists at the mall...........my oldest son has since outgrown such naive notions.
I never did figure out what the deal was, as my wife saw the truck when it pulled in and they were coming down the street toward us, not from behind us. The only thing I could come up with is that they were looking for someone who drove a car like mine, or the fact that I didn't bat an eyelash when I stared the driver down may have caused him to reconsider.
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This happened to a co-worker in Florida: It had been raining quite a bit which is not unusual for Florida, and was very muddy. While traveling down a desilate road, he came upon a vehicle stuck in the ditch. He pulled up to the vehicle which was occupied by several guys, and offered to pull them out with his 4 wheel drive truck. They attached a chain between the two vehicles, and he pulled them out. Instead of unhooking the chain they left it hooked to his truck and one of the guys started around his truck heading for the passenger door. He took his 9mm pointing it at the one next to the passenger door, and told him to have his buddies unhook the chain if he cared anything about his own health. They unhooked the chain and he was on his merry way.
I have needed my side arm 3 times in my life & now I have a hard time leaving it behind at all. I can only tell 2 of the stories though because I'm not sure of the legality in the other. Actually 5 times but 3 of them all have to do with this story.
I was walking from my mail box to the house when a large dog started coming from the woods to protect his pack (only two other small dogs & 2 pups). I drew my revolver & he stopped so I though I could get to the house for a rifle to get a better shoot. When I came out he had split. By the looks of him I guess he was crossed between a Boxer & a Terrier (a big stocky dog that bounced a lot when he challenged me & a ugly face). I looked around the house in the woods & found where they had been dragging animals behind my house to eat. I have kids that play in those woods so off hunting I go. I found the dog, got out of the car, & the dog charged me. I draw but by the reaction of the dog I would say he had been shot before. The dog took off before I got a clear shoot at it. The third encounter with him I did not draw untill he was about 15' from me. I will end that story by telling you my kids still enjoy playing outside in the woods.
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I was riding my motorcycle on a road that I had to drive slow on & a stupid Blue Healer attacked me so I met up with the local LEO down the road a bit. I haven't hard from the officer so I hopping he dropped it.
I was walking from my mail box to the house when a large dog started coming from the woods to protect his pack (only two other small dogs & 2 pups). I drew my revolver & he stopped so I though I could get to the house for a rifle to get a better shoot. When I came out he had split. By the looks of him I guess he was crossed between a Boxer & a Terrier (a big stocky dog that bounced a lot when he challenged me & a ugly face). I looked around the house in the woods & found where they had been dragging animals behind my house to eat. I have kids that play in those woods so off hunting I go. I found the dog, got out of the car, & the dog charged me. I draw but by the reaction of the dog I would say he had been shot before. The dog took off before I got a clear shoot at it. The third encounter with him I did not draw untill he was about 15' from me. I will end that story by telling you my kids still enjoy playing outside in the woods.
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I was riding my motorcycle on a road that I had to drive slow on & a stupid Blue Healer attacked me so I met up with the local LEO down the road a bit. I haven't hard from the officer so I hopping he dropped it.
GhostWolf
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I had a friend on my motorcycle with me and came up her street to drop her off at her apartment, around 4PM on a summer day. There were a lot of people in the street, some of whome I knew, so instead of simply dropping my friend off I parked the bike and turned off the engine.
Without the engine running, things were much uglier, with lots of shouting and four-legged words being thrown about very loudly, with threats in there for good measure. I looked back and saw my friend's downstairs neighbor faced off with a young punk kid and an older guy in what appeared to be simply an overload of testosterone - until I saw the sunlight flash off the two long knives the older guy was holding and gesturing with in his right hand. My friend's neighbor was unarmed.
I stepped off to the side and leaned against the rear of a parked car, crossed my arms, and under my leather vest gripped my Kimber, flipped off the holster's retention strap, and held the holstered pistol with my finger along the trigger guard and thumb on the safety (carried cocked and locked). Everything moved a little slower than usual, and a sense of calm descended over me as in my mind I determined at what point I would draw and fire (if the guy actually swung those knives at my friend's neighbor) and went over the motions required (smooth draw, left hand up and supporting the pistol, thumb down on the safety, good sight picture at center of mass, finger inside the trigger guard, smooth consistent trigger pull).
The guy with the knives glanced over at me a few times in the next couple minutes, but the situation never escalated any further, and the cops arrived within five minutes. As soon as someone yelled cops the guy with the knives threw them under a car and quickly retreated down the street, and the crowd started to disperse.
I'm glad things turned out the way they did; nothing would make me happier than never having to draw my pistol and fire for effect. But if things had escalated, I would have absolutely acted in defense of my friend's unarmed neighbor against a knife-wielding assailant, and now I have a much better understanding of what I can expect my own reaction to be in that kind of situation.
Without the engine running, things were much uglier, with lots of shouting and four-legged words being thrown about very loudly, with threats in there for good measure. I looked back and saw my friend's downstairs neighbor faced off with a young punk kid and an older guy in what appeared to be simply an overload of testosterone - until I saw the sunlight flash off the two long knives the older guy was holding and gesturing with in his right hand. My friend's neighbor was unarmed.
I stepped off to the side and leaned against the rear of a parked car, crossed my arms, and under my leather vest gripped my Kimber, flipped off the holster's retention strap, and held the holstered pistol with my finger along the trigger guard and thumb on the safety (carried cocked and locked). Everything moved a little slower than usual, and a sense of calm descended over me as in my mind I determined at what point I would draw and fire (if the guy actually swung those knives at my friend's neighbor) and went over the motions required (smooth draw, left hand up and supporting the pistol, thumb down on the safety, good sight picture at center of mass, finger inside the trigger guard, smooth consistent trigger pull).
The guy with the knives glanced over at me a few times in the next couple minutes, but the situation never escalated any further, and the cops arrived within five minutes. As soon as someone yelled cops the guy with the knives threw them under a car and quickly retreated down the street, and the crowd started to disperse.
I'm glad things turned out the way they did; nothing would make me happier than never having to draw my pistol and fire for effect. But if things had escalated, I would have absolutely acted in defense of my friend's unarmed neighbor against a knife-wielding assailant, and now I have a much better understanding of what I can expect my own reaction to be in that kind of situation.
me too.
Darkninja
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Guy's friend sees some guys stuck in the mud on the side of the road.
In a 4x4 truck so he offers to pull them out.
The friend pulls the guys out.
Instead of helping unhooking the chain and thanking the guy one of the guys moves around to the passenger side door.
The guy's friend pulls his carry 9mm and points it at the guy approaching the passenger door tell the guy to inform their friends it was advisable for them to unhook the chain.
The guys unhook the chains and the friend drives away.
They could have been coming over to say thanks, but who knows. Seems like they had other ideas. I would have drawn and kept it low just in case the situation escalated.
Still doesn't make sense. Why provoked him to pull his gun? Like you said, he could have been coming over to say thanks, or offer him a couple bucks for the help. It's also unclear as to what door he was approaching.
"and one of the guys started around his truck heading for the passenger door. "
his truck? is his possesive? or is it referring to the story teller?
All in all this story makes no sense. Lack of details and apparantly a large section of the story (maybe something like
"the guy approached *my friends* trucks passenger door and pulled out a knife and then asked him "politely" for the money in his wallet"
That would make the story make sooooo much more sense.
"and one of the guys started around his truck heading for the passenger door. "
his truck? is his possesive? or is it referring to the story teller?
All in all this story makes no sense. Lack of details and apparantly a large section of the story (maybe something like
"the guy approached *my friends* trucks passenger door and pulled out a knife and then asked him "politely" for the money in his wallet"That would make the story make sooooo much more sense.
GhostWolf..I can understand your reluctance to draw but if the man with the knives had decided to stab the neighbor you would not have been able to draw and shoot fast enough to prevent the neighbor from receiving a fatal wound. You should have drawn and challenged the knife guy first and then shoot if he made even the slightest move to stab the neighbor.
And also, keep an eye out for the police so they don't shoot you as well. Not easy but that's life. You and the neighbor got lucky.
And also, keep an eye out for the police so they don't shoot you as well. Not easy but that's life. You and the neighbor got lucky.
Darkninja
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I agree. We need some more information. However I thought you didn't understand what happened, as opposed to why he pulled his carry.Still doesn't make sense. Why provoked him to pull his gun? Like you said, he could have been coming over to say thanks, or offer him a couple bucks for the help. It's also unclear as to what door he was approaching.
"and one of the guys started around his truck heading for the passenger door. "
his truck? is his possesive? or is it referring to the story teller?
All in all this story makes no sense. Lack of details and apparantly a large section of the story (maybe something like
That would make the story make sooooo much more sense.
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Right, the story is just lacking that sudden event that would made him have pulled his gun. Like I said, he could have just been coming around to the door (maybe it was open or the window was) to offer him a few bucks for the help so he could go have a brewski or something. I mean...the story seems as uneventful as...:
"So there I was pumping gas, and this car with a girl and a guy pulled up beside me, one hollered from the window about where The Beltway is from here. After giving him directions I pulled my gun on him and told him he better drive off and find it."
I think you got my point lol.
"So there I was pumping gas, and this car with a girl and a guy pulled up beside me, one hollered from the window about where The Beltway is from here. After giving him directions I pulled my gun on him and told him he better drive off and find it."
I think you got my point lol.
RoostRider
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Hopefully, this one is time relevant, (I'm sitting here in MN hoping to get POUNDED with snow in the next 24 hours!!!!.... c'mon, even if you HATE snow, you gotta admit that it is seldom that us snow lovers get our goal here in MN anymore
Anyways.... this is a long one....
NEVER NEVER NEVER do commercial snow plowing without a gun.... you can't imagine how irate and irrationally violent a person can get until you plow their car in after a big snowstorm....
Seriously, it doesn't matter how many warnings you post, how much advance notice you give, or how vehemently you enforce towing, 3 out of 35 apartment dwelling bozos will leave their car in the lot on plow days (yes, of course I did a controlled study that was published in all of the major psychology journals).... sometimes it leaves you no option but to leave heaps of snow around a car....
At first I felt bad about it, and I would trim out every vehicle left in the lots, but that takes FOREVER when you have 20 lots to plow.... and it only enforced the behavior... it got so that I would just plow the lot however it was easiest, and if that left your car behind a snowbank, well, that's your problem....
I could never be completely cold hearted about it, and if someone came up and asked while I was still there, I would always yank their car out for them.... well, almost always, cause I guess it depends on how you ask.... cause here we go....
At one point I was just about finishing up the nights plowing... it was early morning in the ghetto apartments I was finishing up.... after plowing in a car that was already buried in snow AND parked in the fire lane because I was too tired to want to deal with a tow truck I was cleaning up the dead end lane behind it...
A young lady comes out the door and looks astonished at her car (which wasn't going anywhere without 10 minutes of shoveling fist), then looks at me plowing, then her car.... lol.... never fails.... being the gentleman I am, I pull up along side her and explain that, not only is she parked in the lot, having come out a door with a large neon green cardboard sign posted that plowing would be taking place and no cars should be in the lot... she is, in fact, right in the fire lane.... she explains to me, as though doing me a favor, that she parked there because she wasn't allowed to park in the lot... (duh? how dumb can I be?)
She proceedes to tell me that she needs to be somewhere sometime soon (not me of course!).... yeah.... and then bats her eyes.... |sucker here|... "FINE"... I tell her I will pull her out (it will let me clean up the lot better anyways... *sigh*)... she says thanks and of course "hold on a second", and she darts back into the building.... oh for crying out loud!!!...
After waiting a few minutes (not a couple of seconds), I decide to finish the lot... if she's not out by the time I'm done, I'm gone.... well, I go about finishing right near her car when, as I am backing up past her car I see a man, poorly dressed to be out in the snow this early in the morning in my ghetto... he's sporting a tank top and some of those Zubas sweat pants, and he's built like a tank, as I get near him it is clear that he is NOT happy.... now that I pull up on him I can see the former young lady standing next to him shouting, and he is yelling at me about something.... and he's big, he's mad and he's black, but I only mention this because he had HUGE branding scars down both of his arms, and if you have ever seen that on a black person it really stands out in a "I'm a serious bada$$' sort of way.... I was a little nervous and I even checked for where my gun was before I stopped...
I turn down the stereo and rolled down the window and he is screaming profanities at me while his "bitch", as he called her, is screaming at him to leave it alone, in not so nice of words....
After he cusses me out up one side and down the other about how HE's gonna call the cops and this and that, I give him the same speech I gave her, and then I tell him how she was nice about asking, and how I was going to pull her car out anyways.... well, he goes off on me about how it is his car, not hers.... at which point I say "glad to hear it, cause now I have no reason to pull it out" and I start plowing again... I wasn't about to get out and deal with this guy in the snow anyways... he just seemed "off"... this was clearly not the reaction he was looking for and he was storming around in the snow screaming loudly about "you don't know who you're F*'in with!!!" and all about "I should just put a cap in your a$$" and whatnot... literally threatening my life in an outrage..... gun gets tucked under my leg where it should have been before....
I get a bit away from the 'incident' and I yell over to him that he can chill out or I'll have the cops and a tow truck over here in 10 minutes (... lol... neither one could be there that quick, but eh, you gotta bluff here and there)... at this stupid comment of mine he charges my truck screaming about how he's gonna this and that and kill me and whatnot.... I had, again stupidly, backed up to a bank of garages, and there was no retreat (best to cut off all retreat before yelling at the irate large gangbanger, right?).... I droped my plow with a resounding metal on pavement thud and he realizes he's a bit out gunned right now... lol...
He retreats back through the apartment building door labeled so clearly about plowing going on... *sigh*.... maybe it's over.... I was young and stupid then, I feel old and stupid now
Yeah, right.....
Of course his woman comes right over saying "oh I'm sorry about him" and whatever else along with "can you please just pull my car out?"... to which my reply is, no matter how much she bats her eyes, "NO WAY"... your boyfriend is over there threatening to kill me and you want me to get out, climb under your car, hook up a strap, and pull your car out!!!!????!!!... it aint happening... she's all on it with the "oh, he'll cool down".... yeah... right...
I dialed 911 and told them what was going on, and that I would appreciate a squad here.... let's see what that does....
His woman is still standing there pleading with me to pull her car out... I tell her that if she can get the car out I won't call for a tow... but I'm not getting out of my truck... the cops are on their way, but this doesn't have to be anything big...
At this point I see Rambo coming back out the door.... he hasn't cooled down at all... this time he's got his Starters jacket on, and I am no longer so sure he isn't armed... he had been talking about how he was gonna "cap my a$$"... he stands near the car and is yellin' at his woman to get away from my truck... I start thinking... "this is really going down"... when she steps away I better be ready for bullets to fly.... and I reach between my legs and put my hand on the 9mm tucked under my leg... I slip it out and racked the slide... it was always loaded, but something in me said, "you better be sure this time"... a cartridge popped out and dropped on the floor of the truck with what seemed like 100db... that makes it 16 left....
I'm not sure if she heard the slide, or if she thought he was going to do something really stupid, or if her instinct just kicked in, but she sprinted away from my truck towards him, and I lowered my head so I could just see what was going on over the dash...
She darted over to him and grabbed on to him wrapping her arms around him and screaming at him to leave it alone... he was pig headed about this and yelling at me about how he was gonna 'settle this' right now... he was wrestling with her and I put the truck in drive turned away as hard as I could and started to drive... the plow now scraping the ground as I went...
Once I was a little bit down the lot I popped my head back up driving with one hand, holding my 9mm with the other... I looked back and they were fighting in the middle of the parking lot...
Not sure if it is chivalry or stupidity, but I stopped the truck, got out with my gun as hidden as possible, took cover behind the truck and yelled at him that the cops were on the way, and he better just leave it....
To everyone's surprise, just then a squad car pulled into the lot behind my truck.... seeing this, Ghetto Rambo darted for the apartment building door... this, of course caught the straight away attention of the cops and they zoomed down the lot past me and up to where he had been and his lady now stood alone...
I take this opportunity to put my 9mm back in the truck and catch a breath..... heart racing.... mind reeling....
She goes back into the building and comes back out with Ghetto Rambo. The police go over to talk to him while another squad pulls up behind me and starts asking me questions.... I tell it the best I can... I'm amped and feeling woozy at this point.... of course people start coming out and milling about the scene... some saw what was going on and told the police...
Of course Rambo tells them that I am some racist bastard who only plows in black peoples car... I was yelling racial slurs and being a generally unruly 'plow guy', probably out to start a racial war with my plow... I of course explain that I had no idea who owned the car, nor did I care, the labels on the doors, the fire lane... all that...
At this point the police officer says to me, "I think we can settle this all if you just pull that car out".... to which I laugh.... "NO WAY"... he goes back and tells the other officers that I won't do it.... another officer comes over to me and says "I wouldn't do it either, I know this piece of *****, and he's not worth it"... lol...
By this time there were several squad cars in the lot (lucky for everyone I think that it was a slow day in the hood), and several different officers tried to get me to pull the car out.... I told them that I couldn't do it no matter what, cause that jerk would pretend I wrecked something on his 1981 Chrysler Lebaron.... it's just not happening... at which point one of them asks me if I would let this clown use my shovel to get his car out... I said sure, as long as you stick around to make sure nothing happens and he's done before I'm done with the lot, cause I'm taking my shovel and leaving right then!!!
Agreed!!!
Well, he was way too slow about digging the car out and I just had to get my shovel and go…. Bummer for him…. I called the land owner during the big hubbub with the police there and everything, since he was going to hear about it one way or another… he called the tow truck right after talking with me…. It was pulling in just as I left…. I signed the tow tag and told the tow truck driver to make sure the cops stayed there while he hooked up the car....
This was only one of many incidents that confirmed my motto of "NEVER NEVER NEVER do commercial snow plowing without a gun!!"
Anyways.... this is a long one....
NEVER NEVER NEVER do commercial snow plowing without a gun.... you can't imagine how irate and irrationally violent a person can get until you plow their car in after a big snowstorm....
Seriously, it doesn't matter how many warnings you post, how much advance notice you give, or how vehemently you enforce towing, 3 out of 35 apartment dwelling bozos will leave their car in the lot on plow days (yes, of course I did a controlled study that was published in all of the major psychology journals).... sometimes it leaves you no option but to leave heaps of snow around a car....
At first I felt bad about it, and I would trim out every vehicle left in the lots, but that takes FOREVER when you have 20 lots to plow.... and it only enforced the behavior... it got so that I would just plow the lot however it was easiest, and if that left your car behind a snowbank, well, that's your problem....
I could never be completely cold hearted about it, and if someone came up and asked while I was still there, I would always yank their car out for them.... well, almost always, cause I guess it depends on how you ask.... cause here we go....
At one point I was just about finishing up the nights plowing... it was early morning in the ghetto apartments I was finishing up.... after plowing in a car that was already buried in snow AND parked in the fire lane because I was too tired to want to deal with a tow truck I was cleaning up the dead end lane behind it...
A young lady comes out the door and looks astonished at her car (which wasn't going anywhere without 10 minutes of shoveling fist), then looks at me plowing, then her car.... lol.... never fails.... being the gentleman I am, I pull up along side her and explain that, not only is she parked in the lot, having come out a door with a large neon green cardboard sign posted that plowing would be taking place and no cars should be in the lot... she is, in fact, right in the fire lane.... she explains to me, as though doing me a favor, that she parked there because she wasn't allowed to park in the lot... (duh? how dumb can I be?)
She proceedes to tell me that she needs to be somewhere sometime soon (not me of course!).... yeah.... and then bats her eyes.... |sucker here|... "FINE"... I tell her I will pull her out (it will let me clean up the lot better anyways... *sigh*)... she says thanks and of course "hold on a second", and she darts back into the building.... oh for crying out loud!!!...
After waiting a few minutes (not a couple of seconds), I decide to finish the lot... if she's not out by the time I'm done, I'm gone.... well, I go about finishing right near her car when, as I am backing up past her car I see a man, poorly dressed to be out in the snow this early in the morning in my ghetto... he's sporting a tank top and some of those Zubas sweat pants, and he's built like a tank, as I get near him it is clear that he is NOT happy.... now that I pull up on him I can see the former young lady standing next to him shouting, and he is yelling at me about something.... and he's big, he's mad and he's black, but I only mention this because he had HUGE branding scars down both of his arms, and if you have ever seen that on a black person it really stands out in a "I'm a serious bada$$' sort of way.... I was a little nervous and I even checked for where my gun was before I stopped...
I turn down the stereo and rolled down the window and he is screaming profanities at me while his "bitch", as he called her, is screaming at him to leave it alone, in not so nice of words....
After he cusses me out up one side and down the other about how HE's gonna call the cops and this and that, I give him the same speech I gave her, and then I tell him how she was nice about asking, and how I was going to pull her car out anyways.... well, he goes off on me about how it is his car, not hers.... at which point I say "glad to hear it, cause now I have no reason to pull it out" and I start plowing again... I wasn't about to get out and deal with this guy in the snow anyways... he just seemed "off"... this was clearly not the reaction he was looking for and he was storming around in the snow screaming loudly about "you don't know who you're F*'in with!!!" and all about "I should just put a cap in your a$$" and whatnot... literally threatening my life in an outrage..... gun gets tucked under my leg where it should have been before....
I get a bit away from the 'incident' and I yell over to him that he can chill out or I'll have the cops and a tow truck over here in 10 minutes (... lol... neither one could be there that quick, but eh, you gotta bluff here and there)... at this stupid comment of mine he charges my truck screaming about how he's gonna this and that and kill me and whatnot.... I had, again stupidly, backed up to a bank of garages, and there was no retreat (best to cut off all retreat before yelling at the irate large gangbanger, right?).... I droped my plow with a resounding metal on pavement thud and he realizes he's a bit out gunned right now... lol...
He retreats back through the apartment building door labeled so clearly about plowing going on... *sigh*.... maybe it's over.... I was young and stupid then, I feel old and stupid now
Yeah, right.....
Of course his woman comes right over saying "oh I'm sorry about him" and whatever else along with "can you please just pull my car out?"... to which my reply is, no matter how much she bats her eyes, "NO WAY"... your boyfriend is over there threatening to kill me and you want me to get out, climb under your car, hook up a strap, and pull your car out!!!!????!!!... it aint happening... she's all on it with the "oh, he'll cool down".... yeah... right...
I dialed 911 and told them what was going on, and that I would appreciate a squad here.... let's see what that does....
His woman is still standing there pleading with me to pull her car out... I tell her that if she can get the car out I won't call for a tow... but I'm not getting out of my truck... the cops are on their way, but this doesn't have to be anything big...
At this point I see Rambo coming back out the door.... he hasn't cooled down at all... this time he's got his Starters jacket on, and I am no longer so sure he isn't armed... he had been talking about how he was gonna "cap my a$$"... he stands near the car and is yellin' at his woman to get away from my truck... I start thinking... "this is really going down"... when she steps away I better be ready for bullets to fly.... and I reach between my legs and put my hand on the 9mm tucked under my leg... I slip it out and racked the slide... it was always loaded, but something in me said, "you better be sure this time"... a cartridge popped out and dropped on the floor of the truck with what seemed like 100db... that makes it 16 left....
I'm not sure if she heard the slide, or if she thought he was going to do something really stupid, or if her instinct just kicked in, but she sprinted away from my truck towards him, and I lowered my head so I could just see what was going on over the dash...
She darted over to him and grabbed on to him wrapping her arms around him and screaming at him to leave it alone... he was pig headed about this and yelling at me about how he was gonna 'settle this' right now... he was wrestling with her and I put the truck in drive turned away as hard as I could and started to drive... the plow now scraping the ground as I went...
Once I was a little bit down the lot I popped my head back up driving with one hand, holding my 9mm with the other... I looked back and they were fighting in the middle of the parking lot...
Not sure if it is chivalry or stupidity, but I stopped the truck, got out with my gun as hidden as possible, took cover behind the truck and yelled at him that the cops were on the way, and he better just leave it....
To everyone's surprise, just then a squad car pulled into the lot behind my truck.... seeing this, Ghetto Rambo darted for the apartment building door... this, of course caught the straight away attention of the cops and they zoomed down the lot past me and up to where he had been and his lady now stood alone...
I take this opportunity to put my 9mm back in the truck and catch a breath..... heart racing.... mind reeling....
She goes back into the building and comes back out with Ghetto Rambo. The police go over to talk to him while another squad pulls up behind me and starts asking me questions.... I tell it the best I can... I'm amped and feeling woozy at this point.... of course people start coming out and milling about the scene... some saw what was going on and told the police...
Of course Rambo tells them that I am some racist bastard who only plows in black peoples car... I was yelling racial slurs and being a generally unruly 'plow guy', probably out to start a racial war with my plow... I of course explain that I had no idea who owned the car, nor did I care, the labels on the doors, the fire lane... all that...
At this point the police officer says to me, "I think we can settle this all if you just pull that car out".... to which I laugh.... "NO WAY"... he goes back and tells the other officers that I won't do it.... another officer comes over to me and says "I wouldn't do it either, I know this piece of *****, and he's not worth it"... lol...
By this time there were several squad cars in the lot (lucky for everyone I think that it was a slow day in the hood), and several different officers tried to get me to pull the car out.... I told them that I couldn't do it no matter what, cause that jerk would pretend I wrecked something on his 1981 Chrysler Lebaron.... it's just not happening... at which point one of them asks me if I would let this clown use my shovel to get his car out... I said sure, as long as you stick around to make sure nothing happens and he's done before I'm done with the lot, cause I'm taking my shovel and leaving right then!!!
Agreed!!!
Well, he was way too slow about digging the car out and I just had to get my shovel and go…. Bummer for him…. I called the land owner during the big hubbub with the police there and everything, since he was going to hear about it one way or another… he called the tow truck right after talking with me…. It was pulling in just as I left…. I signed the tow tag and told the tow truck driver to make sure the cops stayed there while he hooked up the car....
This was only one of many incidents that confirmed my motto of "NEVER NEVER NEVER do commercial snow plowing without a gun!!"
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