Cougfan2
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Thought I might have to draw my pistol on someone twice in two separate incidents this last Saturday. First incident, I was on the way back from the nursery with some plants and supplies on TV HWY in Beaverton. Was in the adjacent lane to a young Asian woman in a VM bug with a toddler in the baby seat in back. Eventually was in the same lane behind her when an older Nissan pickup with some landscaping tools got ahead of me and directly behind her. The guy had been aggressively tailgating several people and weaving between lanes. A light went yellow and the lady in the VW probably could have made it, but stopped quickly. Didn't jam her brakes on, just stopped quickly. The guy in the Nissan PU locks his brakes up and darn near rear ends her. At this point he goes into full road rage mode gesturing and screaming. Then I see him take off his seatbelt and think, Oh man, this about to go bad. I take my 1911 out of the bag and thought to myself, if this guy gets out of the car, he's going to give me no choice. Luckily it was a short red light and he gets around her and flies off.
In hindsight, I probably should have called 911, but he really had done nothing but be a jerk.
Not 15 minutes later I come up to my house and as I'm pulling into the driveway I see a person crouched down and peering through our front picture window. I tuck the 1911 into my wasteband and walk up quietly about 15 feet behind them and say in a rather loud voice, "May I help you?". Turns out it was a friend of my wife that I had met only once so I didn't recognize her and she had seen a chocolate Lab running and was trying to see if mine was in the house or was the one running loose. Gave both of us a little fright, but she never saw my weapon.
I had a toddy shortly there after.
Any critique? What would you have done differently?
In hindsight, I probably should have called 911, but he really had done nothing but be a jerk.
Not 15 minutes later I come up to my house and as I'm pulling into the driveway I see a person crouched down and peering through our front picture window. I tuck the 1911 into my wasteband and walk up quietly about 15 feet behind them and say in a rather loud voice, "May I help you?". Turns out it was a friend of my wife that I had met only once so I didn't recognize her and she had seen a chocolate Lab running and was trying to see if mine was in the house or was the one running loose. Gave both of us a little fright, but she never saw my weapon.
I had a toddy shortly there after.
Any critique? What would you have done differently?