Floppy_D
Member In Memoriam
I watched a movie with the old lady, and called it a night, nothing new. Set the house alarm, carried the 229 from the top of my TV (where it sits when not on me) to the holster on my bed, where it goes at night. Fell asleep soundly in my bed, and had no alarm set for the following morning. Plenty of sleep until the kiddo wakes around 9ish.
5am, my house intruder alarm goes off. In a well rehearsed motion, I jump from my slumber (it's better to hear my wife describe this, it makes me sound more coordinated and faster than I really am) I grab my 229 and flashlight and sprint for the hallway, towards the living room.
I catch a man-size silhoutte backlit by my front windows, inside my living room. "Get on the deck now, now, now!! Go!" My eyes are tearing, maybe because of panic, or fear, or whatever. I, behind the safety of my gun, am as scared as the guy in front of it.
"Pat, chill the **** out, now!" Wait a minute, I know this voice. It's my best friend DJ. I light him up with my flashlight (which was amazing I could do that, because I lacked all manual dexterity due to trembling) and lo and behold, it was who I had suspected.
My attention shifted to the 229, which had yet to have a finger placed upon the trigger (again, I thank those that have trained me, in my panic I might have violated the big 4 and killed a buddy).
Long story short, my buddy had left his cell phone at my house from the night before, had to go to work early, stopped by my house to grab it and didn't want to wake me, wife or kid up, and used his copy of the house key. He didn't know the alarm was set to "no delay," and it scared all of us.
The situation I feared most nearly became the real situation to fear most, accidentally shooting someone you care about.
Lessons learned: Let someone know before you come over, ALWAYS know your target, and ALWAYS keep a flashlight handy!
5am, my house intruder alarm goes off. In a well rehearsed motion, I jump from my slumber (it's better to hear my wife describe this, it makes me sound more coordinated and faster than I really am) I grab my 229 and flashlight and sprint for the hallway, towards the living room.
I catch a man-size silhoutte backlit by my front windows, inside my living room. "Get on the deck now, now, now!! Go!" My eyes are tearing, maybe because of panic, or fear, or whatever. I, behind the safety of my gun, am as scared as the guy in front of it.
"Pat, chill the **** out, now!" Wait a minute, I know this voice. It's my best friend DJ. I light him up with my flashlight (which was amazing I could do that, because I lacked all manual dexterity due to trembling) and lo and behold, it was who I had suspected.
My attention shifted to the 229, which had yet to have a finger placed upon the trigger (again, I thank those that have trained me, in my panic I might have violated the big 4 and killed a buddy).
Long story short, my buddy had left his cell phone at my house from the night before, had to go to work early, stopped by my house to grab it and didn't want to wake me, wife or kid up, and used his copy of the house key. He didn't know the alarm was set to "no delay," and it scared all of us.
The situation I feared most nearly became the real situation to fear most, accidentally shooting someone you care about.
Lessons learned: Let someone know before you come over, ALWAYS know your target, and ALWAYS keep a flashlight handy!