BCCL
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About 3 years ago, a guy broke into our garage and I held him until the police arrived with a pistol.
Self defense stories with no shots fired.
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I have, on 4 occasions been in a situation where I had drawn weapon in my hand, but did not have to produce it before the situation de-escalated.
On 2 of them, the presence of my dogs helped BG to change their minds before trying to rob me, third was chasing a teen out of my back yard, but the 4th time, the road-rager immediately threw his arms up in the air, yelled that he was a "minister" while backing away from my car window slowly, before getting back into his car and driving away in the other direction. It was pretty clear that he saw my body posture and assumed (correctly) that I wasn't going to let him touch me.
On 2 of them, the presence of my dogs helped BG to change their minds before trying to rob me, third was chasing a teen out of my back yard, but the 4th time, the road-rager immediately threw his arms up in the air, yelled that he was a "minister" while backing away from my car window slowly, before getting back into his car and driving away in the other direction. It was pretty clear that he saw my body posture and assumed (correctly) that I wasn't going to let him touch me.
Hungry Seagull
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Once in the south we had a fella holding onto his jersey jacket the way a pregenant woman does and we did not think much of it. One of us eased up to him said howdy, whatcha got there under the jacket?
He backed up and bumped into 6 more and a few moments of scurrying ended with a light tap of a tire thumper and down falls several handguns from under the jacket.
It was not too difficult to put a boot on each limb and hold him down until the LEO's came in to clean up the iron.
It is clear to me that if you are in a normal day with people doing thier thing normally, the one with issues sticks out like a sore thumb and gains unwanted attention pretty quickly.
One last story which I will dig up from trucking. On I-83 south of York on a hilltop near the Depot the road is narrow there in those days at or near the summit. A car door opened and a man stepped out drawing down what looked like to be a very large weapon onto my rig.
In the few moments of that man's life that was remaining, I saw the coiled wire from the base of the unit the man was holding directly at my cab giving me enough to abort taking his life before he took my own. It was a undercover officer taking a ambush style radar trap shot.
Prior to seeing that wire and measuring what I would need to adjust the right front corner to end his life was a very bad moment because it does not have to happen. Really stupid when one thinks on it now. I think today they use lasers can get you from a mile away, I much prefer that.
I guess, he gets to enjoy life and I get to stay out of prision and yes we were under the double nickel at the time.
and that is all there is to it.
He backed up and bumped into 6 more and a few moments of scurrying ended with a light tap of a tire thumper and down falls several handguns from under the jacket.
It was not too difficult to put a boot on each limb and hold him down until the LEO's came in to clean up the iron.
It is clear to me that if you are in a normal day with people doing thier thing normally, the one with issues sticks out like a sore thumb and gains unwanted attention pretty quickly.
One last story which I will dig up from trucking. On I-83 south of York on a hilltop near the Depot the road is narrow there in those days at or near the summit. A car door opened and a man stepped out drawing down what looked like to be a very large weapon onto my rig.
In the few moments of that man's life that was remaining, I saw the coiled wire from the base of the unit the man was holding directly at my cab giving me enough to abort taking his life before he took my own. It was a undercover officer taking a ambush style radar trap shot.
Prior to seeing that wire and measuring what I would need to adjust the right front corner to end his life was a very bad moment because it does not have to happen. Really stupid when one thinks on it now. I think today they use lasers can get you from a mile away, I much prefer that.
I guess, he gets to enjoy life and I get to stay out of prision and yes we were under the double nickel at the time.
and that is all there is to it.
Douglas34474
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The wife one time, me three.
While living in NC, I worked on the road a lot. We had met some people that seemed nice enough. While I was out of town they invite wife and our son over for diner. About 7:00 in the evening wife and son return home. 20 minutes the 'dude' of the couple comes up the drive.
Came to the door and said he just 'wanted to talk.' My wife told him to go home. He want out to his truck and clicked the solenoid, but did not start the truck. In the mean time, my wife retrieved my 12g Mossberg 500.
When he returned to the door he said his truck would not start and could he come in and use the phone. The wife jacked a round into the chamber of hte 12g. "You have one of three ways to leave my property. You can go start that POS and leave, I can call the sheriff and they can help you or I can put you in a box. The choice is yours."
Ya know, that truck started right up!
She called the sheriff and the woman dispatcher told her the thing about shooting him and hauling the body in the house. I believe the young man's story post earlier.
In Gainesville, Florida, had a guy go into road rage. Got me trapped on traffic with no way to retreat. He got out of his car and came up to mine, beating on the window. I pulled my 44 Bulldog from its holster and put it in his face, telling him to "Get the f*** out of my face." I thought he was going to climb over the car next to mine to get away from me.
Heard a car stop on the front of my property. I own the dead end of the road and there are no neighbors round. Walked out and found two guys trying to break into a Mobile Home I have on the front acreage. Held them with my .45 1911 till the sheriff got there.
Same location. Property next to me was rented by a young lady. The owner of the property started stalking her. While she had a friend over, the dude broke in to the house and got into a fight with her guest. He shot the visitor in the side of the head as she ran from the house. She retreated to my house.
We called 911. Took them 45 minutes to respond. The dude came down to the end of my drive on his 3 wheel ATV, but he never did have the stones to come down the drive. He knew I had guns, I shoot out here all the time. I was waiting for him with the 12g in hand and my 44 bulldog for back up.
He pulled 10 years as a guest of the State.
Most BGs are Chicken S*** against an armed individual.
While living in NC, I worked on the road a lot. We had met some people that seemed nice enough. While I was out of town they invite wife and our son over for diner. About 7:00 in the evening wife and son return home. 20 minutes the 'dude' of the couple comes up the drive.
Came to the door and said he just 'wanted to talk.' My wife told him to go home. He want out to his truck and clicked the solenoid, but did not start the truck. In the mean time, my wife retrieved my 12g Mossberg 500.
When he returned to the door he said his truck would not start and could he come in and use the phone. The wife jacked a round into the chamber of hte 12g. "You have one of three ways to leave my property. You can go start that POS and leave, I can call the sheriff and they can help you or I can put you in a box. The choice is yours."
Ya know, that truck started right up!
She called the sheriff and the woman dispatcher told her the thing about shooting him and hauling the body in the house. I believe the young man's story post earlier.
In Gainesville, Florida, had a guy go into road rage. Got me trapped on traffic with no way to retreat. He got out of his car and came up to mine, beating on the window. I pulled my 44 Bulldog from its holster and put it in his face, telling him to "Get the f*** out of my face." I thought he was going to climb over the car next to mine to get away from me.
Heard a car stop on the front of my property. I own the dead end of the road and there are no neighbors round. Walked out and found two guys trying to break into a Mobile Home I have on the front acreage. Held them with my .45 1911 till the sheriff got there.
Same location. Property next to me was rented by a young lady. The owner of the property started stalking her. While she had a friend over, the dude broke in to the house and got into a fight with her guest. He shot the visitor in the side of the head as she ran from the house. She retreated to my house.
We called 911. Took them 45 minutes to respond. The dude came down to the end of my drive on his 3 wheel ATV, but he never did have the stones to come down the drive. He knew I had guns, I shoot out here all the time. I was waiting for him with the 12g in hand and my 44 bulldog for back up.
He pulled 10 years as a guest of the State.
Most BGs are Chicken S*** against an armed individual.
Cougfan2
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"By the time he was half erect he raised his head and was looking into the one-eyed beast, which had come out my holster so fast I don't remember drawing. "
Seriously dude, how did you type this and not laugh?
I didn't even catch this until now. Glad I wasn't drinking anything or I'd be looking for a new keyboard. It's like a bad romance novel with firearm anologies.
Seriously dude, how did you type this and not laugh?
I didn't even catch this until now. Glad I wasn't drinking anything or I'd be looking for a new keyboard. It's like a bad romance novel with firearm anologies.
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great story--I forgot something from the first post
Great Stories. I forgot to explain why I had the SKS to begin with. It is an interesting story in an of itself. It was all I could afford while paying for college loans. At the time, I was working at a job that didn't pay much and couldn't afford to purchase a handgun. My neighbor across the street initially seemed to be a good guy. He had kids, a wife and a pleasant disposition. We had dinner at their home and I even helped him out a couple of times with various things. My wife had just given birth and was home on maternity leave when he started to lose his mind.
I knew I was in trouble when he told me once he worked for the CIA. Shortly after that little kernel of crazy, he started to make some very rude comments about my wife. They don’t bare repeating. Let your imagination run wild and I can guarantee he said whatever you can think of. Shortly after that, he came out of the house one day and struck up a conversation with me. He seemed a little more normal, and I wanted to keep the peace, so I talked with him. At one point, he said he had been at work and Bill Clinton had told him that I was the father of his youngest. This was very odd (outside of the Clinton reference) because we bought the house and moved in when his wife was 6 months pregnant. I jokingly said that was a heck of a reach from two states and I just wasn't that much of a man (pretty stupid, but I am an incurable smart aleck). He said I had purchased the house so I could be close to my girlfriend and new son. He than said, and I will never forget it, "You know, when I prove that you are cheating with my wife, I’m gonna chop your head off.”
I have been around firearms all my life, but I had never owned one. I had grown up hunting with my dad’s shotguns and rifles. That SKS was the first firearm I personally ever purchased. I didn’t feel comfortable asking to borrow a firearm for personal defense because if I ever had to use it, I wasn’t sure of the legal ramifications. It was at my wife’s insistence that I get something. I sold an old Mexican Fender Stratocaster guitar, skipped a couple of meals, and found the price I wanted on an SKS. I had to wait for a week to get the safety ammo. My wife is a good shot and she could shoot the SKS, even though she didn’t like it. I could go to work and not have to worry about the safety of my family.
We later decided to sell the house because we got a deal on a bigger home we couldn’t pass up. This was after, but not because of the story I told when I started the thread. My father-in-law had loaned me his extension ladder so I could work on the house in preparation to put it on the market. One day, I was mowing the backyard and the neighbor from across the street came over claiming it was his ladder and he wanted it back. His daughter was with him. He told me he brought her along because he thought she looked like me and he wanted to do a comparison. From that point on, I never went to the house alone again. My father-in-law stood guard duty while I mowed the lawn. He has a CCW.
I had moved to another neighborhood, but was in the same town. My former neighbor saw me in a grocery store and waited until I was off looking at produce to yell at my wife that I was still cheating with his. When I started working nights, I had someone fall in love with that SKS and sold it so I could buy a slightly used Remington 870 from a dealer. I loaded it with number four buck and gave the instructions to my wife that if he (the neighbor) ever broke the door down to aim high. Since then, I have added a few other firearms that make her more comfortable. She likes .45s. I still see that neighbor from time-to-time. I am saving to get my CCW.
I once told someone the story while I was at work and he said I should have gotten a restraining order. I replied, “Why? So I could **** him off more?” As if a piece of paper could deter a crazy person. Some people just have no clue.
Before anyone starts thinking I live in a high crime area, I don’t and didn’t when I bought my first house. The neighborhood is middle to upper middle class neighborhood. Strange things can happen anywhere.
Great Stories. I forgot to explain why I had the SKS to begin with. It is an interesting story in an of itself. It was all I could afford while paying for college loans. At the time, I was working at a job that didn't pay much and couldn't afford to purchase a handgun. My neighbor across the street initially seemed to be a good guy. He had kids, a wife and a pleasant disposition. We had dinner at their home and I even helped him out a couple of times with various things. My wife had just given birth and was home on maternity leave when he started to lose his mind.
I knew I was in trouble when he told me once he worked for the CIA. Shortly after that little kernel of crazy, he started to make some very rude comments about my wife. They don’t bare repeating. Let your imagination run wild and I can guarantee he said whatever you can think of. Shortly after that, he came out of the house one day and struck up a conversation with me. He seemed a little more normal, and I wanted to keep the peace, so I talked with him. At one point, he said he had been at work and Bill Clinton had told him that I was the father of his youngest. This was very odd (outside of the Clinton reference) because we bought the house and moved in when his wife was 6 months pregnant. I jokingly said that was a heck of a reach from two states and I just wasn't that much of a man (pretty stupid, but I am an incurable smart aleck). He said I had purchased the house so I could be close to my girlfriend and new son. He than said, and I will never forget it, "You know, when I prove that you are cheating with my wife, I’m gonna chop your head off.”
I have been around firearms all my life, but I had never owned one. I had grown up hunting with my dad’s shotguns and rifles. That SKS was the first firearm I personally ever purchased. I didn’t feel comfortable asking to borrow a firearm for personal defense because if I ever had to use it, I wasn’t sure of the legal ramifications. It was at my wife’s insistence that I get something. I sold an old Mexican Fender Stratocaster guitar, skipped a couple of meals, and found the price I wanted on an SKS. I had to wait for a week to get the safety ammo. My wife is a good shot and she could shoot the SKS, even though she didn’t like it. I could go to work and not have to worry about the safety of my family.
We later decided to sell the house because we got a deal on a bigger home we couldn’t pass up. This was after, but not because of the story I told when I started the thread. My father-in-law had loaned me his extension ladder so I could work on the house in preparation to put it on the market. One day, I was mowing the backyard and the neighbor from across the street came over claiming it was his ladder and he wanted it back. His daughter was with him. He told me he brought her along because he thought she looked like me and he wanted to do a comparison. From that point on, I never went to the house alone again. My father-in-law stood guard duty while I mowed the lawn. He has a CCW.
I had moved to another neighborhood, but was in the same town. My former neighbor saw me in a grocery store and waited until I was off looking at produce to yell at my wife that I was still cheating with his. When I started working nights, I had someone fall in love with that SKS and sold it so I could buy a slightly used Remington 870 from a dealer. I loaded it with number four buck and gave the instructions to my wife that if he (the neighbor) ever broke the door down to aim high. Since then, I have added a few other firearms that make her more comfortable. She likes .45s. I still see that neighbor from time-to-time. I am saving to get my CCW.
I once told someone the story while I was at work and he said I should have gotten a restraining order. I replied, “Why? So I could **** him off more?” As if a piece of paper could deter a crazy person. Some people just have no clue.
Before anyone starts thinking I live in a high crime area, I don’t and didn’t when I bought my first house. The neighborhood is middle to upper middle class neighborhood. Strange things can happen anywhere.
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DAVIDSDIVAD
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justanothersoul said:
Please don't take this the wrong way, because I mean exactly what I'm about to write.
You need to post more, and more often, man!
You are exactly what THR needs! There's just too many red bandana wearing, mow-loan-lah-bee chanting nutjobs (no offense, nutjobs
) on here.I agree with your sentiments completely.
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DAVIDSDIVAD
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A couple going to dinner with a couple is normal enough.
The male half of one couple coming to "talk" to the female half of the other couple and changing his story is not normal.
Now, it would simply be inappropriate if the dude had left, but the change (lie) in story makes it... abnormal.
The male half of one couple coming to "talk" to the female half of the other couple and changing his story is not normal.
Now, it would simply be inappropriate if the dude had left, but the change (lie) in story makes it... abnormal.
BigGuy52
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911 was just about useless
About two years ago around 2:30AM, I was asleep only to be woke up by my three dogs growling and barking at the bedroom door. I told them to shut up and tried to go back asleep. Minutes later, the comotion started again. This time, I opened the bedroom door and all three dogs charged out and ran up to my front door, snarling and barking, and clawing at the front door. I threw on my blue jeans and grabbed my snubnose S&W loaded with Corbon DPX .38spl + P. As I stood watching the dogs, someone started kicking my front door with such force that I could hear the wood frame cracking. I called 911 and reported someone trying to break into my house. The police dispatcher said to stay in the house, and they are sending officers. It seemed like too long of a time, and the kicking was getting harder, so I ducked out of my garage and ran to the front of my house. There was a man kicking at the door and swearing to himself with each kick. I went into a Weaver-stance and aimed the gun at his head, and shouted 'Freeze!' The guy spun around and looked me square in the eyes, saw the gun and yelled at the top of his lungs, 'I'm sorry..it's the wrong house!' and took off like a jackrabbit.
I put the gun in my hip pocket and looked at my dented front door. Seconds later, two squad cars come racing down the street with sirens and lights on, stopping at my front yard. I held my hands up and told the cops I was the one that called. I told them I had a gun in my pocket, which they took from me and unloaded it. I explained what happened and gave a description of the would be robber. One cop took off in the direction the bad guy ran in, the other demanded to see my FOI card, which I produced. After 45 minutes, the cops left and said I could check in the next day to follow up on the report. They finger-printed the front door, but said they found nothing, even though the bad guy wasn't wearing gloves.
The next day I went to the police station. I retrieved my gun (no ammo) and asked what they found. Nothing. In fact they blamed me. They said the dispatcher said to stay in the house, I chose not to, so they had nothing to go by, since I wouldn't wait for the police. As I was leaving, a cop asked me what would I have done if there was more than one bad guy. I said, drop the first guy and get their attention.
He was not amused.
About two years ago around 2:30AM, I was asleep only to be woke up by my three dogs growling and barking at the bedroom door. I told them to shut up and tried to go back asleep. Minutes later, the comotion started again. This time, I opened the bedroom door and all three dogs charged out and ran up to my front door, snarling and barking, and clawing at the front door. I threw on my blue jeans and grabbed my snubnose S&W loaded with Corbon DPX .38spl + P. As I stood watching the dogs, someone started kicking my front door with such force that I could hear the wood frame cracking. I called 911 and reported someone trying to break into my house. The police dispatcher said to stay in the house, and they are sending officers. It seemed like too long of a time, and the kicking was getting harder, so I ducked out of my garage and ran to the front of my house. There was a man kicking at the door and swearing to himself with each kick. I went into a Weaver-stance and aimed the gun at his head, and shouted 'Freeze!' The guy spun around and looked me square in the eyes, saw the gun and yelled at the top of his lungs, 'I'm sorry..it's the wrong house!' and took off like a jackrabbit.
I put the gun in my hip pocket and looked at my dented front door. Seconds later, two squad cars come racing down the street with sirens and lights on, stopping at my front yard. I held my hands up and told the cops I was the one that called. I told them I had a gun in my pocket, which they took from me and unloaded it. I explained what happened and gave a description of the would be robber. One cop took off in the direction the bad guy ran in, the other demanded to see my FOI card, which I produced. After 45 minutes, the cops left and said I could check in the next day to follow up on the report. They finger-printed the front door, but said they found nothing, even though the bad guy wasn't wearing gloves.
The next day I went to the police station. I retrieved my gun (no ammo) and asked what they found. Nothing. In fact they blamed me. They said the dispatcher said to stay in the house, I chose not to, so they had nothing to go by, since I wouldn't wait for the police. As I was leaving, a cop asked me what would I have done if there was more than one bad guy. I said, drop the first guy and get their attention.
He was not amused.
I respectfully submit for your reading pleasure the story of the panty burglar: http://www.thehighroad.org/showthread.php?t=382755
BigGuy52
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The cops claimed the gun had to be checked if it was stolen, I guess, even though I offered to show a bill of sale.
Douglas34474
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Missing a lot of detail.
From what I read.
Nice enough people invite your wife and son over for dinner.
Your wife and son finish dinner and leave.
But the spouse (male from other couple) is not allowed on your property?
Legitimate question. Some more info.
At the time we lived 12 miles outside of town. You had to drive down a logging trail and through a creek to get to the house. Complete isolation. There were people who lived in the neighborhood, if you can call it that, for 20 years and never knew the place was there. Closest 'neighbor' was 1/2 mile away. My son was only 7 years old at the time.
Would you allow your wife to have male guests in your home under those conditions???
Would you expect her to allow someone in your home under those conditions???
There was no GOOD reason for him to be there; and every reason for him not to be.
From what I read.
Nice enough people invite your wife and son over for dinner.
Your wife and son finish dinner and leave.
But the spouse (male from other couple) is not allowed on your property?
Legitimate question. Some more info.
At the time we lived 12 miles outside of town. You had to drive down a logging trail and through a creek to get to the house. Complete isolation. There were people who lived in the neighborhood, if you can call it that, for 20 years and never knew the place was there. Closest 'neighbor' was 1/2 mile away. My son was only 7 years old at the time.
Would you allow your wife to have male guests in your home under those conditions???
Would you expect her to allow someone in your home under those conditions???
There was no GOOD reason for him to be there; and every reason for him not to be.
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