DFW1911
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Wow.
It does happen fast. Forgive my grammar or typos...I'm hyped. I'm sitting here checking the forum taking a break from my writing, listening to J. Cash, when I hear it: a 9mm report.
Here's what I do:
I can't tell if the shot came from the front or back of the house.
I inform my SO to get her SP101 and keep the dogs w/ her.
For some reason - probably military training - I grab the Armalite which has the Surefires, etc, and leave the Glock. This is surprising to me, since I thought the Glock was my right hand.
I use light and sound to my advantage: look, listen and wait. It's tough, but it works. I make my way outside, both front and back, and assume that horrible "ambush" posture; fortunately nothing materializes.
My neighbor across the way is out, he's heard the same, and together we wait. Again, nothing. He, too, is armed.
We meet and share our mutual respect. He's called the cops.
I'm going to drink the finest Whisky (probably a Spring Bank) and let my nerves settle.
Wow.
DFW1911
It does happen fast. Forgive my grammar or typos...I'm hyped. I'm sitting here checking the forum taking a break from my writing, listening to J. Cash, when I hear it: a 9mm report.
Here's what I do:
I can't tell if the shot came from the front or back of the house.
I inform my SO to get her SP101 and keep the dogs w/ her.
For some reason - probably military training - I grab the Armalite which has the Surefires, etc, and leave the Glock. This is surprising to me, since I thought the Glock was my right hand.
I use light and sound to my advantage: look, listen and wait. It's tough, but it works. I make my way outside, both front and back, and assume that horrible "ambush" posture; fortunately nothing materializes.
My neighbor across the way is out, he's heard the same, and together we wait. Again, nothing. He, too, is armed.
We meet and share our mutual respect. He's called the cops.
I'm going to drink the finest Whisky (probably a Spring Bank) and let my nerves settle.
Wow.
DFW1911