A little history is in order...
Okay, I'll give you story behind WHY I answered the door with my rifle.
For the first two years we lived in this apartment, people would come a'knockin' at strange hours of the night. When I say knock, I mean pounding, kicking and shaking the door....demanding to be allowed entry. Knocking was usually accompanied with "I know you in there and I want my money." {expletives deleted by me}
This particular knock was accompanied with the threat of entry through our balcony. We live on the second floor and if you know the trick, you can climb onto the balcony. No, I'll not give away the secret.
Well, I'd already called the police by this time...and I knew he'd make it into the apartment before they got here. So, I figured "what the hell....". I told him to keep his pants on, I was getting dressed. I should mention this occurred at just after 3am.
I chambered a round in the Bushy, clicked the Aimpoint on....and flipped the dead bolt, stepping back so he'd open the door. Sure enough, he did. So, there's me in my boxers with a REALLY big rifle trained on his chest. His eyes did a
and he backed up. I told him the person he's looking for doesn't live here and that he'd be smart not to return. He agreed, and we haven't had any problems since. Amazing coincedence.
The police finally arrived and the officer was really cool....and confirmed my belief the apartment's previous resident was a drug dealer.
FWIW, we hope to move by the end of this year...if all goes as planned with our finances.
I can't wait....this apartment complex it simply too ghetto for my liking.
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