Not me, but my partner... One night, he shot Michael Jordan.
There was a house on our list of properties to keep an eye on in our mostly rural County. A nasty divorce and some threats were made,etc.
We get a call of a silent alarm at the house and race over, already starting to amp up.
The lady, and her son are outside in the car, locked up and ready to flee at the slightest anything.
No, they didnt trip it. No, they dont know why, blah blah blah.
We call it in and head in to sweep the house. As there were only 4 people on duty for the whole County, we knew it was just us to check this whole place.
We start going room to room, checking and covering each other, switching off, all by the book.
We get to one bedroom on the 2nd floor, partner opens the door and yells "Sheriffs' Dept.!!! show me your hands" I start to move to cover him when I hear BLAM BLAM...
I see him take a few steps back into the hall, shoulders slumping, pistol at his side... think "!@##$%%$^&%^&*" I body check him from the door, down the hall and turn to see what is coming/checking him for wounds/grabbing for the radio/and a million other things.
He shrugs me off, saying "@#$%^$ I #$#$ed up!" He then gets on the radio and calls for the Supervisor, asking him to come to our location.
Going into the room, I see a full size cut out Michael Jordan standing silhouetted against the window. With the lights on, very benign but, in the dark, looked like a person standing there.
Supervisor gets there, gets the story, chews him up some, makes nice with the family, promising to get the window and wall fixed where the rounds landed.
Partner gets some desk time, a letter in his file, and about 6 months of hell for shooting 'at' Michael Jordan.
Yes, at... he missed with both shots from less than 15ft.