idahoemt
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Tuesday night my two oldest boys and I camped out in the backyard for the first time. They had a blast, my back was killing me. At 8 and 6 I figure a little pain is a small price to pay to introduce them to camping and to have an opportunity to share some life lessons around the campfire.
Last night they wanted to do it again. A little pain, OK, a second night on the ground, no way. I still have my tent from my Boy Scout days, but my ground pad has gone AWOL and I didn't have an opportunity to buy a new one.
I thought about it and realized that about that age I was sleeping out in the backyard unsupervised. I decided(with my wife, being a mom, reluctantly agreeing) to let them sleep out there alone in my tent since mine had a rain fly and it was a little overcast.
We had a very frank discussion about what to do if a BG decided to make an appearance. Being 8, and having watched Pirates of the Caribbean and every Star Wars movie several hundred times , my oldest son has been saying things like "I'll whack him with my walking stick." and "I've got my knives, I can use those." I told them that the correct response from them was to yell and scream at the top of their lungs and get to the house anyway possible, together. I proceeded to tell them that they needed to bite, kick, scratch, gouge and basically do anything they needed to do to get away. I did not want to scare them, but I did want to reinforce the lessons we've been teaching them.
Well, we had a little campfire and roasted a couple of marshmallows and then it was off to bed for them. I got them into the tent and their sleeping bags, we said our prayers and then I went inside. I made sure the outside light was on and we had windows open all over the house so we could hear them.
Not five minutes went by and my youngest was in the house saying "He's scared.", referring to my oldest. They came inside and climbed in their own beds and I talked to my oldest telling him it was OK to be scared, that we all have fears and the important thing is to keep trying to face them even if we fail in overcoming them in the end. I told him we would camp out next week again with me out there.
OK, I am getting to the point, and this does relate to guns, bear with me.
About midnight my wife sits bolt upright in bed, panting. Sometimes a good thing, but not in this case. I'm only slightly less awake after hearing sirens and "pops" in the neighborhood. Just as I'm telling her "Calm down, honey. It's alright." he hear a thud followed by a grunt just below our bedroom window. Then a twig snapped. Oh crap. We're on the second floor so there isn't a chance that he can come in our window, but I've got to check it out. I start getting dressed and my wife says "Please don't go outside!" I of course, having approximately 20 metric tons of adrenaline flowing through me say "I have to! What the (expletive) do you expect me to do? I can't just stay in here and wonder what's going on out there."
Now, understand, I do not own a firearm of any kind yet, unless you include my Crosman and the oldest boy's Red Ryder, and I sure don't. So I'm fumbling around in the dark trying to be quiet and gathering weapons. My old U.S. Army survival knife and a flashlight are what I came up with.
As I'm getting dressed I can see lights flashing off the trees in the neighbor's yard. I said "Look honey, the cops are out there. I'll just go tell them what we heard so they can check it out." I left the knife and walked out the front door. I can see they've got cars all over the neighborhood at intersections. I approach by walking directly into the spotlight(the only approach possible) slowly, with my hands at my side. Out pops the officer with his hand on his sidearm. I explain what we heard. He thanks me. I go back home. Now that I think about it, I left my home unguarded and I won't do that again.
I got back to the house and I'm upstairs, peeking carefully out the window trying to see what I can see, which is nothing. The adrenaline rush is ebbing by now, but I'm still on guard. I go downstairs to the phone(gotta get one upstairs) and dial into Central to ask the folks I work with what's going on. They don't tell me anything (thanks) per protocol. I give them the same info I gave the officer. Back upstairs to wait some more. At one point I pointed out the officers' strategy to my wife, "You see honey, this tactic involves standing in one place until the BG eventually dies of starvation." Kidding, I know they had a perimeter on the guy and had to stay put, but no one so much as shone a flashlight down the side yard and it kind of frustrated me.
After about 10 more minutes the lights (cops', not mine) go out and I said "No (expletive) way. I didn't even hear a scuffle. They better have got him." Downstairs to peek out the front window and the officer is gone. No idea if they caught the BG or if he's gone, so I have to check. I went out and made a quick patrol of the yard. This time I've got my Maglight and a jack handle for protection. I'm still feeling a little underpowered, but the jack handle has more of a reach than my knife. The yard is all clear, but I had to check the tents left outside and that was pretty scary.
This is the second incident we have had here in the last 4 months. In April we had a drunk guy trying to pound through our door. Quick call to 911, cops showed up and introduced the guy's face to the asphalt. I was wishing I was armed for that one too.
All this to say two things.
One: Someone's got our backs. My boys were totally stoked to be camping by themselves. They weren't even upset when I was talking about self defense. However, my oldest boy got a bad feeling and they came inside. In our prayers last night I prayed "Lord, keep us all safe." and He did.
Two: The decision has been made. We will be getting a handgun. My wife and I will be taking classes in handgun fundamentals and I will probably get a CCW. Since we have little ones, the pistol will be secured, but at hand. I discussed with my wife last night (for some reason it was hard to sleep ) the fact that I should have stayed in the house and how the pistol would be used as a defensive weapon. If a BG wants to be in my yard, that's the cops' problem. If he wants in the house he becomes mine.
There's a Police Chief that's retiring in the area because he's got Lou Gehrig's and as part of a benefit for him there's raffle for a Browning Mark III 9mm. I've got tickets for the raffle this Saturday so that would be an awesome thing to win. If I don't, and the odds are never in my favor when it comes to raffles, the wife and I will be shopping. I've been eyeballing the XD-9 and the Taurus 24/7 in 9mm. My wife is petite and I'm not giant myself, so something with a grip we can both feel comfortable with is important. The class we are going to take gives us an opportunity to fire several different handguns so hopefully we find one we both like. It'll be tight purchasing a handgun at this point, but I plan on sucking up any and all overtime I can at work to make it happen.
Some lessons were learned last night, and I'm sure I'm missing some that could be learned. If you have any advice I invite your comments. Please be kind, I'm not wearing my asbestos underwear.
Last night they wanted to do it again. A little pain, OK, a second night on the ground, no way. I still have my tent from my Boy Scout days, but my ground pad has gone AWOL and I didn't have an opportunity to buy a new one.
I thought about it and realized that about that age I was sleeping out in the backyard unsupervised. I decided(with my wife, being a mom, reluctantly agreeing) to let them sleep out there alone in my tent since mine had a rain fly and it was a little overcast.
We had a very frank discussion about what to do if a BG decided to make an appearance. Being 8, and having watched Pirates of the Caribbean and every Star Wars movie several hundred times , my oldest son has been saying things like "I'll whack him with my walking stick." and "I've got my knives, I can use those." I told them that the correct response from them was to yell and scream at the top of their lungs and get to the house anyway possible, together. I proceeded to tell them that they needed to bite, kick, scratch, gouge and basically do anything they needed to do to get away. I did not want to scare them, but I did want to reinforce the lessons we've been teaching them.
Well, we had a little campfire and roasted a couple of marshmallows and then it was off to bed for them. I got them into the tent and their sleeping bags, we said our prayers and then I went inside. I made sure the outside light was on and we had windows open all over the house so we could hear them.
Not five minutes went by and my youngest was in the house saying "He's scared.", referring to my oldest. They came inside and climbed in their own beds and I talked to my oldest telling him it was OK to be scared, that we all have fears and the important thing is to keep trying to face them even if we fail in overcoming them in the end. I told him we would camp out next week again with me out there.
OK, I am getting to the point, and this does relate to guns, bear with me.
About midnight my wife sits bolt upright in bed, panting. Sometimes a good thing, but not in this case. I'm only slightly less awake after hearing sirens and "pops" in the neighborhood. Just as I'm telling her "Calm down, honey. It's alright." he hear a thud followed by a grunt just below our bedroom window. Then a twig snapped. Oh crap. We're on the second floor so there isn't a chance that he can come in our window, but I've got to check it out. I start getting dressed and my wife says "Please don't go outside!" I of course, having approximately 20 metric tons of adrenaline flowing through me say "I have to! What the (expletive) do you expect me to do? I can't just stay in here and wonder what's going on out there."
Now, understand, I do not own a firearm of any kind yet, unless you include my Crosman and the oldest boy's Red Ryder, and I sure don't. So I'm fumbling around in the dark trying to be quiet and gathering weapons. My old U.S. Army survival knife and a flashlight are what I came up with.
As I'm getting dressed I can see lights flashing off the trees in the neighbor's yard. I said "Look honey, the cops are out there. I'll just go tell them what we heard so they can check it out." I left the knife and walked out the front door. I can see they've got cars all over the neighborhood at intersections. I approach by walking directly into the spotlight(the only approach possible) slowly, with my hands at my side. Out pops the officer with his hand on his sidearm. I explain what we heard. He thanks me. I go back home. Now that I think about it, I left my home unguarded and I won't do that again.
I got back to the house and I'm upstairs, peeking carefully out the window trying to see what I can see, which is nothing. The adrenaline rush is ebbing by now, but I'm still on guard. I go downstairs to the phone(gotta get one upstairs) and dial into Central to ask the folks I work with what's going on. They don't tell me anything (thanks) per protocol. I give them the same info I gave the officer. Back upstairs to wait some more. At one point I pointed out the officers' strategy to my wife, "You see honey, this tactic involves standing in one place until the BG eventually dies of starvation." Kidding, I know they had a perimeter on the guy and had to stay put, but no one so much as shone a flashlight down the side yard and it kind of frustrated me.
After about 10 more minutes the lights (cops', not mine) go out and I said "No (expletive) way. I didn't even hear a scuffle. They better have got him." Downstairs to peek out the front window and the officer is gone. No idea if they caught the BG or if he's gone, so I have to check. I went out and made a quick patrol of the yard. This time I've got my Maglight and a jack handle for protection. I'm still feeling a little underpowered, but the jack handle has more of a reach than my knife. The yard is all clear, but I had to check the tents left outside and that was pretty scary.
This is the second incident we have had here in the last 4 months. In April we had a drunk guy trying to pound through our door. Quick call to 911, cops showed up and introduced the guy's face to the asphalt. I was wishing I was armed for that one too.
All this to say two things.
One: Someone's got our backs. My boys were totally stoked to be camping by themselves. They weren't even upset when I was talking about self defense. However, my oldest boy got a bad feeling and they came inside. In our prayers last night I prayed "Lord, keep us all safe." and He did.
Two: The decision has been made. We will be getting a handgun. My wife and I will be taking classes in handgun fundamentals and I will probably get a CCW. Since we have little ones, the pistol will be secured, but at hand. I discussed with my wife last night (for some reason it was hard to sleep ) the fact that I should have stayed in the house and how the pistol would be used as a defensive weapon. If a BG wants to be in my yard, that's the cops' problem. If he wants in the house he becomes mine.
There's a Police Chief that's retiring in the area because he's got Lou Gehrig's and as part of a benefit for him there's raffle for a Browning Mark III 9mm. I've got tickets for the raffle this Saturday so that would be an awesome thing to win. If I don't, and the odds are never in my favor when it comes to raffles, the wife and I will be shopping. I've been eyeballing the XD-9 and the Taurus 24/7 in 9mm. My wife is petite and I'm not giant myself, so something with a grip we can both feel comfortable with is important. The class we are going to take gives us an opportunity to fire several different handguns so hopefully we find one we both like. It'll be tight purchasing a handgun at this point, but I plan on sucking up any and all overtime I can at work to make it happen.
Some lessons were learned last night, and I'm sure I'm missing some that could be learned. If you have any advice I invite your comments. Please be kind, I'm not wearing my asbestos underwear.