Greetings
I like your home page - it solved a problem for me - and got me a
belated Chrissy present.
As you may know from the rec.guns spool I have a P226 (prototype) and a
P228 with an OnDuty laser sight. I prefer the P226,
my wife, who bought me the P228 prefers it.
Anyway after reading your home page I bought myself a Sig-Sauer night
light sight, and another OnDuty sight for the P226, and sets of wooden
grips for both guns, and rubber pads for the mags of both guns.
Now my wife has a nice purse gun (the P228), and I've gone back to
carrying the P226 as a matter of course.
Does the laser work? a few months back I was walking home from work when
a couple of local thugs tried the old motor-cycle drive by bag snatch.
When they failed to get my brief case they came back at me - which was a
dire mistake. A swing of my walking stick (actually an army officers
"swagger stick") across the riders throat put him down with the bike.
The pillion passenger was all aggresion, flicking a "butterfly" knife
around in a manner I suppose was meant to inimidate me, until he noticed
the little red dot in the middle of his favorite belly.
He was still sitting on the ground with his hands on his head like a
good little boy, and crying like a baby, when the police arrived as a
result of a call on my cellular phone...
Probably just as well he behaved himself -- two rounds of Dynamit-Nobel
BAT ammo at 10 feet don't do the digestive tract a lot of good!
From: Paul Anton
Hello All:
Well it really DOES happen. Last night my carry firearm saved my bacon.
I was working graveyard and frequently ride a bike to work. No traffic,
good WX, nice ride, etc etc. Well a couple of bozos came along side of
me and clubbed me in the left temple with a liter glass bottle. My bike
helmet took most of the impact. They came at me again and the passenger
leaned out of the car and hit me again with an unknown object. They came
from behind both times and I had no prior warning of the attack. I was
dazed from the bottle and thus missed the second pass. The car slowed
down and came to a halt up the road 100' or so. At this time I fired a
round into the air. I did not fire at the car. In my state you can only
shoot to protect your life and if I had hit someone while they were in
the car the survivor would simply say I shot at them with no
provocation, etc etc. The nature of the confrontation changed instantly.
The passenger of the car jumped out facing me. I lined up the sights and
started to nail him between the running lights and he turned and ran away.
The car hesitated just long enough for me to get a partial
license number and took off. I recovered enough of the bottle for the
possibility of prints. However the police seem to take it as routine. I
looked at is as an assault with a deadly weapon, (the bottle launched at
my skull) shots fired, etc. I have a hunch there will be no arrest or
investigation. The incident seemed more routine than a fender bender to
the officer who took the report. Oh well thank god for concealed carry.
Cheers:
From: Dan Day
In article Keith Marchington writes:
>You should read the account of the Luby's massacre that Dr. Susan
>Gratia has given. She was there. Her parents died. Her legally
>owned handgun was in her vehicle because it was against the law for
>her to carry it into the restaurant.
Here you go. The following is transcribed from oral testimony before
the Missouri legislature:
"Somewhere along the line I made one of my stupidest
decisions... I was afraid that ...if ...somebody caught me with
the gun in my purse, I could lose my license to practice, lose
my ability to make a living. So I took the gun out of my purse and
I left it in my car ...which the laws in my state are kinda wishy-
washy on ...and I thought, 'Heck, if I needed it, it's probably
going to be when I'm out on the road ...in the middle of nowhere
and, you know, my car's broke down or something ..."
"Everybody in here knows, I think, what happened in Luby's ..
but, in a nutshell ...uh ...ya know, we all think ...and I know you
do ...(indicating a committee member), we all think that crime
happens when you're walking down a dark alley... I've never been
involved in any crimes ...that's never happened in my life ... I
was with my parents ...AT NOON, on a bright sunny day, in Luby's,
with a hundred and forty other people, OK. In a town that's not a
high crime town."
"This guy .... drives through the window .... and starts
shooting ...This guy has got no history ...nothing." "Well, my
father and I immediatly put the table up in front of us and we all
got down behind it, and I ...ya know your first opinion is ...is
this guy robbing this place ...what's the deal ...what's ...what's
going on, and then you're realizing that all he's doing is simply
shooting people."
"As he was working his way toward us, I reached for my purse,
thinking ...Hah! ...I've got this son of a gun ... OK? Now,
understand, I know what a lot of people think, ...they think, ...
'Oh, my God, then you would have had a gunfight and then more
people would have been killed.' Unhunh, no, ...I was down on the
floor ...this guy is standing up ...everybody else is down on the
floor ...I had a perfect shot at him ...it would have been clear,
I had a place to prop my hand ...the guy was not even aware of
what we were doing ...I'm not saying that I could have saved
anybody in there, but I would have had a chance ...that's all I'm
saying is that I would have had a chance ..." "My gun wasn't even
in my purse ...it was a hundred feet away in my car!"
"My father was saying, 'I gotta do something!, I gotta do
something! This guy's going to kill everyone in here!' So I wasn't
able to hold him down and when my father thought he had a chance
...he went at the guy! The guy turned, shot him in the chest and
my dad went down."
"Shortly ...it made the guy change directions and he went off to
my left. Shortly after that somebody broke out a window in back
and I saw a chance to get out ...I grabbed my mother and tried to
get her up ...hoped she was following me ...and I grew wings on my
feet. As it turned out, my mother crawled over to my father and
stayed with him ...and this ...I'm trying to think of a civil word
to use ...this person ...uh ...eventually came around and shot her
also ...OK"
"Let me make a point here, in case this isn't becoming extremely
clear. My state has gun control laws. It did not keep Hennard from
coming in and killing everybody! What it did do, was keep me from
protecting my family! That's the only thing that cotton pickin'
law did! OK! Understand that! That's ...that's so important!"
From: Michael White
This just in; dateline Washington, DC:
Two masked men armed with knives, duct tape, and a can of gasoline attacked
three women in their home yesterday; a mother and her two adult daughters,
one of whom is scheduled to testify in a trial. After a violent
hand-to-hand fight in which all three women were injured, the mother got
her handgun, and shot and wounded one of the assailants. He ran, but was
later captured by the police. The other attacker escaped. The DA's office
is now considering charges against the mother for possessing a gun, which
is illegal in DC.
Welcome to Wonderland.
From: Steve White
Steve Dunham wrote:
: I was curious how many enthusiasts out there have actually used their
: handgun in a self defense situation...?
1 year ago I was walking back to my car in Seattle. I live 50 miles
northeast along the Cascade foothills so I had little knowledge where the
bad areas are down South. (Only get 2 TV Stations)
As I walked back to my car 11:00pm, a white beater station wagon sped
towards my direction down the hill and stopped for a second.
I looked and I could count about 4 blacks from the street light.
They drove by, turned around, got next to me and started screaming all
kinds of bad stuff. I started to get a little nervous, no idea what was
going to happen. They were screaming some real grave threats.
I then saw what I thought was a "object" from one of the occupants in the
car starting to lift towards me. I could not tell what it was, a baton, a
gun, I did not know. So motioning towards a parked car for cover, and since
I could not make a positive ID on the "object", I brushed back my jacket
and rested my hand on my Colt in ready. Still screaming at me, they
high tailed it out. Seemed like hours but it was seconds.
Now, I've been in the Navy and through alot of crap, I tell some of you
people, this guy was scared. I'm glad I did not have to use my gun, but
I'm real glad I had it. Even my Law enforcement friend said it was a good
thing I was armed.
The main thing is I did not have to use it. To me, the last thing I wanted
to do is shoot another human being. Call it as you want.
I guess if there is any connection to this and rec.guns is that my big
bore Colt worked. The Colt worked very well during my Firearms academy train-
ing. Never a failure of any kind, the kind of defensive weapon you want.
It prevented a bad situation.
From: elitist
In 1971, I was taking a snooze in a rest stop on I-81 in New York State.
Around 5:00 AM, I was awakened by someone trying to get into the car,
attempting to pry open the lock. I drew my (licensed) Colt Govt Model and
pointed it at him, and made it quite plain that if the door was opened, so
would he be. He left and that was the end of it. Only time in nearly 30 years
of licensed CCW I have ever felt the need to draw a gun on another man in a
civilian situation. Hope it is the last.
From: James Keane
I'm not sure if this counts or not, but I have twice prevented attacks
on me by simply telling the other party that I had a gun available to me
and I suggest that they leave me alone. The first incident involved a
person who was drunk, and the second a homeless man who either had
severe mental problems or was seriously drugged up, I'm not sure which.
In both cases I didn't feel justified in producing the gun, but the
situation was escalating, and they wouldn't allow me to just walk away
(which I am more than happy to do if I can). Fortunately in both cases,
just telling them that I had a gun and was willing to use it if forced
was enough to end the confrontation.
From: Solweig Balzer
A number of years ago a guy who worked in my dad's office shot an intruder.
His wife woke him up when she heard glass breaking downstairs. He told
her to call the police and fetched his revolver. Standing at the top of the
stairs, four teens appeared at the bottom of the staircase and started up.
He told them not to come upstairs as he had a weapon. The leader dove for
his feet and got shot in the back for his troubles. The other three fled.
Upon identifying the leader, the police were able to round up the three
accomplices. Dad's office buddy was issued a suspended sentence for
Manslaughter and never served any time. The moral of this story is, if you
have to shoot an intruder, make sure you kill him. It simplifies the legal
procedure and paperwork.
From: Anonymous
At a 1988 local fair I was escorting two of my three younger brothers
and my sister to our parked car (ages 12, 10, 3). Parking was limited
and the parked car was 3/4 mile from the fairgrounds through a playground.
On the way to the car my brothers fell behind playing on the playground
equipment. I went ahead, confident that I could keep track of them from
around the corner of the school.
On the other side of the school across a basketball court a man stepped
from his car, apparently recognizing me. He gave his name, it was one I
remembered from several years before, a bully that delighted in beating me up
when I was much smaller.
He inferred that he was going to do the same to me as he had those many
years ago, using his Army experience to do a thorough job. To which I
stated that times had changed, and if he were to consider such an action
he might find himself facing a knife or a gun. It was a bluff. I had
no gun, no matter how hard I wished for one, I couldn't run, I had my
sister with me and my brothers were not far behind. After a short period
of discussion across the basketball court he decided to leave. I have
never seen him again, thankfully. However, I am quite positive that the
only reason I was able to avoid a physical confrontation was the possibility
that I might be armed.
From: NRA4ME
While I was in college, I awoke to the crashing sound of some ice trays
falling to the floor in my downstairs kitchen. I instantly realized I had
left them on a table in front of a window. I retreived my Mossberg 500 and
stood at the top of my stairs listening. I heard breathing and racked the
slide, making that distinctive noise any fool would recognize. The
intruder left through the front door in quite a rush, and had some
difficulty unlocking the bolt and chain. About a month later a female
resident was slashed and killed in her apartment, the assailant was
captured and was known to have a long history of mental stability. While
this perp was at large the local police recommended that the residents of
the building arm themselves and even conducted training. Way to Go!!!
From: Steve Dunham
I was curious how many enthusiasts out there have actually used their
handgun in a self defense situation...? I have carried several differnet
handguns for years and have had the occasion to use them twice for self
defense. I was car shopping in the city one Sunday afternoon when,
upon returning to my truck, I found a man rifling through my glovebox
looking for who-knows-what. I drew my concealed S&W 669, asked him to
get-the f__k out, and lay on the ground. I then had a salesman call
the cops who took him away. Another time, I had a friend get his butt
kicked in a bar fight, after which I tried to get him into my truck
so I could get him to the Hospital Emergency Room. One of the 5 guys
who did the butt kicking, didn't want to stop yet so decided he'd take
me on by smashing the drivers side window in my truck while I was sitting
in the drivers seat. I really wasn't in the mood to get MY butt kicked,
so I drew my .357 and stuck it in his face. Fortunately for both of us,
he changed his mind. By the way, I had the handgun locked in the truck,
not in the bar during the fight. Thought I'd clarify that.
From: Anonymous
I used to work armed security in a mid sized midwestern town (~60K) and
had just gotten off from my last ngiht's work, at about 03:00. While
driving home, still in uniform with badge clearly visible, I saw a man
running down the middle of the street, waving his arms. I should have just
continued on, as there is an all-night fast food restaurant only abt 2 blocks
away, but I stopped anyway, rolled down my window, and asked what he needed,
what the problem was. His only response was he needed a ride and that he
*was* going to get it. I told him that, no, he wasn't, and what was the
problem. For added emphasis, I placed my hand on my gun. It was dark, so
he may not have been able to see what it was at first, but when he said he
was going to get in again and put his hand on my door handle, I unsnapped
the rentention strap. Finally, it got his attention. He stated he had to
go, and ran off. I'm not sure what his intentions were, but a couple blocks
further I encountered 2 more people, of similar age and dress, who also tried
to get me to stop. I continued on this time. I read in the police log later
on that there had been an attempted break in/fight during a party a few blocks
away from the encounters. I should note, too, that that section is not the
best of town and all men I encountered could very well have been indigents
and under the influence of drugs or alcohol by their manner and dress. I'm
glad I was carrying, the situation could have been much worse.
From: Anonymous
"John" was driving one afternoon in Miami, Florida, when he pulled up to
a stoplight. He noticed a group of disreputably-dressed youths lounging
on the corner on the other side of the street.
Now, John was just sitting in his car, when he noticed the youths were
looking at him with more than passing interest. There were cars behind
him, as well as a car in front. John drives a fairly hot mustang, so he
likely could have escaped if given sufficient room to maneuver, which he
did not have.
All of a sudden, the group of youths rushed John's car. John reached
under the seat and retrieved his legally-owned .45 Sig Sauer with his
right hand and rested it on his left arm, pointing out the window. To
hear him describe it, it was like a scene out of a cartoon; The youths
literally screeched to a stop (picture smoke coming off of their heels),
turned around, and walked back to the corner. The youths were screaming
"you're dead, man... you're dead!"... but they kept walking.
The light turned green, and John drove away. Nobody was shot, and John
never reported it.
Carjacking is practically a sport in Miami... I shudder to think what
might have happened i the absence of his "Sig."
From: Implosion Boy
I suppose this counts.....
I was making a late night run to the grocery store in Daytona Beach Shores, FL.
I was not going to take a pistol, but my girlfriend insisted. I tossed a S+W
snubby under the seat (legal here). I pulled into the store lot and drove past
a car parked in the fire lane in front of the store. When I pulled into a
parking space, I heard squealing tires behind me. The same car I had passed
had sped into the space right next to me and the driver was yelling at me as I
got out. He was yelling that I had stolen his parking space (he was parked
next to me, only one space further from the store than I was, remember). Since
it was the vacation season, I asked if he was a tourist (all I could think of
at the time). He responded with a threat and reached under his seat. Not
knowing what he was reaching for, I also made a grab under my seat. He came up
with a tire tool and as he walked around his car, he came face to face with
what felt like the biggest gun in the world. He stopped just before he hit my
imaginary "line in the sand" and got back into his car. He sat staring
straight ahead with his hands on the wheel. I promptly drove off. I went home
and called the police (very supportive), but had been too preocupied with
escape to get a license plate. My girlfriend was right, Jeff Cooper was right,
and I'll repeat it again...A snubby in hand beats a .45 at home. Remember, If
we could choose the place where we will be attacked, we would choose not to go
or choose to be 100 yards away with a .300 Win. Mag.
If the Constitution meant for people to carry arms for defense, it would have
said "The right of the People to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed" Oh,
yeah....
From: gmarkham
I travelled one day to buy parts for my Ford pickup,
going to meet a person at a location strange to me.
In tow my 8 month pregnant wife and a .44 special
revolver...
Approaching what I thought was the right house, I gave a
to notify the person I was there, the yard being fenced
and occupied by a serious looking D O G
In a flash this beast, a shepard/dobie hybread, has lept
the 4 foot fence and is rushing me at a dead run.
paniced somewhat, I backpeddle, only to find my wife has
followed me out of the truck. Instinctively the .44 comes out
I fire two rounds, double action
the dog veers off in midair it seems, looking back.
it runs back around the side of the house, leaping the fence
again, and staining the house red with it's blood.
I holstered the weapon after inserting two fresh rounds in it
just as the householder comes charging out to see why rover is
screaming to the heavens
I walk over to the fence warily, and am of course confronted by an
angry man, who is, like me backed up by a very pregnant wife ...
I expalin as my wife points out the blood running from my thumb,
which was sliced by the dog (it was sticking out past the
combat grips a lil too far :)
I tell him I'm a dog attack victim, and that he can call
the law if he wishes, but that its a wash - vicious dog
vs illegal carry ... we begin to sort out the damage
bullet one smashed the front leg joint at the knee
#2 pased through the flank of the other leg, nothing
lethal, but the dogs getting shocky so...
long story short - we carry rover to the vet, split the bill
(I had 5 dogs then had money to palay with)
Dog - lived
Humans - friends if a lil uneasily
No Lawyers, No Cops, No Trouble.
But for the .44 I'd gotten 3 days before, and God's Grace
I'd be dead or looking mighty funny without ears :)
Who knows about my first child and the woman who carried
her to term despite a hard, hard pregnancy.
Friendly factiod:
Ya'll wanting to take my gun? Ya'll fair better than a vicious Dog
He who would disarm you is your ENEMY folks
From: Astrid Jekat
I'd like to tell a story of something that happened to me last week, because
I no longer know what to think of the entire affair. I didn't invent any of
the following (I know I can't prove it here, but I have an eyewitness).
I live in a German city, and for the past year carried a 9mm five shot pistol
that fires CS gas, as real guns are forbidden in this country, and never
needed it. I have been assaulted before and have to go to work through a bad
part of town on the bike.
A girl and I had visited friends late Friday night (it was 1.30 in the
morning) and were talking in front their door while she unlocked her
motorcycle. A drunk couple came out a nearby pub; the man immediately
started to make derogatory remarks about the motorbike while the woman
grinned. I stayed quiet and began to feel uneasy. I wish I had run.
Three or four more people came up. A man accosted me (the usual shit,
"pretty lady, how about the two of us?") und took hold of my knees.
I immediately yelled at him to let go (did not call him names), but
couldn't move away because I was holding my bicycle with stuff loaded on
it. He was offended, and grabbed me again. I let the bike go and ran;
he followed, telling me he'd show me, and I realized we were surrounded
by drunks. I pulled the pistol and twice loudly warned him to stop, and
fired a warning shot to the side. He stopped immediately. The first guy
yelled, and jumped at me. No kidding, he jumped karate style with both
both feet ahead, and I fired gas at him. Karate Man fell on his behind,
and I was very impressed. The horror was, the man was so drunk and angry
he got up again and promised to kill me. I ran, yelling my head off. He
followed, and I emptied the gas pistol at him to no effect. I ran into
the pub. Nobody helped me, and the guy dragged me across the floor by my
hair, beating me until the man we'd visited came (the other girl rang his
doorbell like mad) and got me out of there, as he is very big. The result:
the police tells me I cannot charge the guy who handled me with sexual
assault "because he didn't do enough" (it's not the police's fault, it's
the laws here. I reacted *too early*, that is, before he raped me), and
*I* am facing charges of causing physical harm with a dangerous weapon.
The laws here in Germany concerning weapons, even gas ones, are restrictive
and totally perverted: The "karate man" is unharmed because I know the law,
and therefore did not shoot him in the face, which would have really injured,
but also effectively stopped him. Legal gas ammunition is so weak in this
country it is a joke.
I did not dare shoot him on the ground, because that is injuring a helpless
person, so he could get up and chase me.
He may attack me simply for defending myself from a sexual assault.
And of course the weapon has been confiscated because I am "not able to use
it properly". That is true, but not the way the law means it. If I had used
the gun properly, that is had been more ruthless, I would have shot him full
in the face, and some more while he was down. And I would have been unharmed.
But now I am a "gunslinging crazy female". I also am very worried, and when I
quiet down after writing (or telling) my angry story, I am very afraid.
But I wasn't raped.
From: Rodney James Shepard
I decided to arm myself just after my daughter's birth. Wife was against it,
said they were too dangerous. I insisted, got old .38 from Dad. Practiced
frequently, became semi-proficient, got Makarov .380. She asked to be shown
how to handle safely, "just in case". Worked late one night recently, two
years later. I have key to gun cabinet; Dad has other, in different location.
teenager rattles knob on our back door while wife is home alone. She SCREAMS
"I HAVE A GUN!" and he books. She has key to gun locker now. We get her her
own .357 tomorrow... ( I had since sold the .38) Kids get .22 rifles when
they are ten... they get safety NOW!
From: Anonymous
Last Fall I was taking a late bus near the University I attend. It being a
cold, wet, nasty Pacific Northwest I was wearing the full Jesse James outfit:
Duster, hat, boots. A guy came up to me and said "Nice coat". I said "Thanks".
It quickly progressed to "Give me the coat!" "What?" "Give me the f**king coat,
man!". I said "I can't do that. I need it to keep my Magnum in.", patting
the left side of the duster. At this point he did an amazing job of backing
up really quickly and making conciliatory noises. Was I carrying a pistol under
my clothes? No. Was I carrying one somewhere else? Possibly. The deterrent
was there, and I think that he understood I was prepared to back it up with
something.
From: Christopher J. Froeschl
Organization: Wilkins Security & Patrol
Recently my boss was in Ocean City, Maryland working as a Private
Detective. While in a dark somewhat populated alley a dreg of humanity
came up to his vehicle. The windows in the Ford Explorer were open as the
weather was quite warm. There was a car parked in from of him and a car
with occupants behind him. This individual displayed a knife and
attempted to do an armed robbery of my boss while he was sitting in the
driver's seat of his explorer. My boss advised that he had no avenue of
escape. When my boss reached between the seats and pointed a 9MM Barretta
at the perpetrator the knife weilding bandit became quite ballsy and
stated "Pussy, you ain't man enough to shoot me". Only until my boss
started pulling the trigger did the idiot believe he was serious. The
idiot was then arrested for attempted armed robbery. My boss later
advised that the perp was extremely lucky that the barretta has a long
trigger pull...
From: Guy Brunette (00714311)
Hi. My name is Guy, I am 23 years old and I live in South Africa. 3 weeks
ago, Sat 30 September 1995 @ +/- 3:20 am, I was shot once in the leg and
once across the head (flesh wound) during an attempted armed robbery. I
thought I would share my experiences, as some of you might be interested and
maybe I just need to get it off my chest.
I have been doing martial arts for about 4 years and have been shooting
seriously for about 2 years. I carry a Colt .45 gov model and mostly carry
Black Talons (Yes they are legal here)
About 4 months ago, 4 of us bought a black nightclub where I acted as the
Head of Security, (taking guns, bossing bouncers around and occasionally
getting a bit messy myself). At our club, I carried pepper-spray and my
spyderco as well. I also would change my chambered round for a Blue-Tip
Glaser. Needless to say I also carry cocked and locked (which probably saved
my life)
On Saturday morning, after locking up and doing cash-up, one of partners was
letting the bar staff out when this guy rushed through and started shooting
at me. I was in a crouched position behind the reception counter, checking
for anything that had been dropped, when I looked up and saw this guy
running at me and shooting at me. The 1st 2 shots missed and the 3rd shot
got me in the left leg just below the knee as I stood up. By the time, I
was up, he was close enough to me, for me to grab his gun. So I was
struggling to get his gun pointed away from me, when I drew my gun and shot
him point blank in the bottom half of his right lung, with my Blue-Tip
Glaser. NO IMMEDIATE REACTION FROM HIM !!!!!!. Because I was only
controlling his gun hand with my left hand, he was able to point the gun
down and shoot me across the head. Why didn't I keep blasting ? MY GUN
JAMMED!!! I was able to determine later, that it had cycled properly, but
the hammer had stayed forward. (I still haven't figured out how - any
suggestions ?????)
Anyway, After pressing the trigger a couple of times, I realised the my gun
had jammed, so I dropped it and went back to controlling his gun with both
hands. After what felt like forever, I sensed that he was weakening, so I
tripped him up and after breaking a couple of his fingers, was ale to wrench
his gun away from him and shot him in the upper chest with his gun. He was
carrying a five-chamber .32 revolver, so that shot was the last live round
in his gun. I was aware that my gun was behind me, and I couldn't let him
get to it, so I started kicking him in the face, and punching him and I even
tried to rip his eyes out. All this time, he was still struggling to get up
and putting up a fight, and I could feel myself getting weaker and the pain
was starting to come through. I saw one of the barmen crawling around
upstairs, so I shouted to him to open the doors.
As he had run through the door, one of my partners had put a tonfur
(night-stick) through the handles of the door, which prevented his two
friends from coming in. 2 partners had broken through the back door to go
and get help and they were now banging on the front door, with one of my
bouncers. So they came through and took over from where I left off, where I
went to retrieve my gun, and go and sit down. I was then rushed off to
hospital.
He died a couple of days later in hospital, the details of which I don't
know.
This is what I have learnt from my experience :
1) NEVER UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF ADRENALIN. I was shot in the leg and
although I knew I was shot in the leg, was able to use it normally until I
had sat down, and only then did it really start to hurt. This guy was so
pumped and so full of murder and hatred, he never felt a thing and should
have been unconcious from the beating that he took. He was still conscious
when I went to hospital. (breathing through a hole in his chest and all)
2) ALTHOUGH THE GLASER IS A GOOD ROUND, IT IS NOT A GUARENTEED STOPPER.
I personally do not believe in "one-stop" rounds in any handgun, and my
belief in this has only been strengthend by my experience. I believe
placement and quantity are the best defense, however both of these were
denied to me in my experience. If I had brought my gun higher to shoot him
where it counts most, he would have seen it and probably grabbed it as i had
grabbed his.
3) CYCLING IS THE MOST IMPORTANT ASSET IN ANY SEMI-AUTO
Polish your ramp, use rounds that you KNOW will cycle well, clean your
magazines as well as you clean your gun.
4) BE PSYCHOLOGICALLY PREPARED. My training in combat courses and martial
arts saved my life. That is the only certainty I have.
OK - I'll shutup now, I could go one about the aftermath .... The fact that
I have difficulty sleeping, the fact that I feel like I'm living on
"borrowed time" and the fact that I am petrified when I walk in the streets
now, but I won't.
I'll leave with this peice of advice - For those of you that haven't read
it, read the GUNS.REC FAQ on WWW. (I forget the address) and any of you that
would secretly like, but won't admit it to anyone, to be in a gun-fight -
DON'T BE FOOLISH - It's not glamourous, It's not fun and it takes a hell of
a long time to get over.
Sorry that this is so long and thanks for reading it. Please feel free to
comment and if anyone would like to contact me or ask me anything further,
please feel free to mail me.
From: Anonymous
I work in [SomeTown], [SomeState] and frequently go in early or get out
late. Never had a problem going in early - I guess scumbags
sleep late. One Friday night though, leaving at about 10PM,
I observed several sad-looking creatures huddled in the
otherwise-empty lobby/elevator room of the parking garage
(it was about 15 degrees out and quite windy). I decided
to walk up the ramp to my car, instead of using the elevator.
Anticipating trouble (some may say I get paranoid) in this kind
of situation, I drew my revolver and held it inside my unbuttoned
coat (through the pocket hole found in most long coats).
As I reached the 2nd floor, two of the shabbily dressed youths
from the lobby emerged from the elevator and started walking
as if to intercept me before I reached my car. When
I stopped and faced them, they started walking directly toward me.
I could hear everything yet I couldn't hear anything - the
silence was deafening - I think this is one of the side effects
of a massive adrenaline dump. Making sure that my finger was not
on the trigger, I pushed the revolver just far enough out of the
coat so that it wouldn't shake too obviously and, like magic, the
pair split off in opposite directions and left the floor. The
one who went down the ramp complained to a third who was coming
up behind me(!!) that "the m*f*r has a gun".
As I left the garage, they were all back in the lobby.
I used my car phone to call 911 and tell the police that I
had been harrassed by some punks at the garage. I hope they
got there before another victim showed up.
At that time, I only carried when I knew I would be out late.
Since then, I carry all the time. I have also switched from
a .38spl revolver to a Glock 23 (.40S&W). Now, when I know I am
going to be out late, I carry an extra magazine! Some years ago,
Jeff Cooper wrote something like: "it is foolish to have gone to
the trouble to qualify for concealed carry only to leave your
gun at home." Believe it!
From: Kristopher M. Means
JTHOLTER writes:
#The answer is no. First off, when you draw your weapon, you must be
#ready for two fights.
#Get all the books written by a fellow named Assad. [sic] <--- =8-O
#
#To answer your question. First, never...and I mean never draw a
#weapon unless you intend to fire it.. NEVER...NEVER draw just to
#intimidate.
As I read this thread, I am dumfounded by the number of shortsighted
people who can't seem to tell the difference between displaying your
gun and actually shooting someone.
According to Gary Kleck, PhD., firearms are used about 2.5 million
times a year to stop crimes without a shot being fired.
Drawing your pistol is not deadly force - not until you actually pull
the trigger. There's a wide disparity between threating and actually
killing someone. I've pointed guns at several unarmed people in order
to make them stop doing something I didn't like - and it's worked great
so far! (About 9 times.)
Like the gangbanger-type that cornered me in a parking lot at 3am to
"ask" me for a ride. I told him no, and he blurts out "then I'm just
gonna take your truck!" and makes a move toward me. Do you really
think I'm going to go "mano y mano" (hand to hand) with this pendejo in
a dark parking lot? Hell, no! When he saw my 2 1/2" S&W M19 pointing
at his belly, he stopped, back-pedalled, turned and ran screaming down
the block.
Or how about the two dirtbags I saw loading up their pickup with car
parts out of my neighbor's backyard? While I watched them from the
safety of my own livingroom, they posed no threat to me whatsoever!
But I still chose to bolt out my front door and point a locked and
loaded Mossberg 590 at their heads - it sure got their attention!
You've never seen someone unload bumpers and manifolds out of a truck
so quickly before!
Excessive? No, I never killed anyone, or even fired a single round.
But, if the dirtbags decided to get nasty, they were TOAST!
What about the beggar saying he was going to pull his gun and shoot?
My pistol would be out of my holster faster than you can say "Ayoob"!
If you don't think this is a legitimate threat, then walk up to a cop
and tell him the same thing. You'll see pistols clear leather and get
a free trip to jail.
As far as I am concerned, when you decide to commit a crime, you are
placing yourself at risk. At least, if you do it in my neighborhood
you are!
From: John Palo
I was out at sea while serving in the U.S. Navy, defending the rights of
lawless pukes to terrorize my wife. One day, three high-school age,
misguided youths came calling at my house while my wife was home alone,
but for our puppy (hardly a fearsome animal). The three commenced banging
and kicking on our door in an attempt to gain entry. A frantic call to
911 brought the deputy sheriff running! Of course, when the Kitsap
county deputies run they don't travel very fast. The dispatcher heard
the commotion over the phone (it was only 6 feet from the door that was
being kicked in) and it still took the police over 20 minutes to show up.
Not wanting to be another statistic, and knowing the police help wasn't
available in a timely fashion even though she'd had time to call, my wife
retrieved our shotgun. We had a window by the door, and one look at the
12-gauge helped those poor unfortunates to decide that there were plenty
of other fun things they could be doing.
I might point out that the shotgun was neither loaded, yet, or pointed at
the three. Just being able to legally have it was enough to prevent a
tragic situation for my wife as well as for the families of the three
would-have-been assailants turned victims.
By the way, when the deputy finally showed up, he went and had a "talk"
with the three boys. Whoopee!
From: Earl Perry
My own experience was to step out of the shower in my new house, and
realize there was someone there where no man had a right to be.
Covered behind a wall, stark naked and dripping, I covered the kitchen
doorway with a .22 automatic and ordered him out of the kitchen,
"hands up, elbows locked." Out came my real estate agent, highly
indignant, announcing "I knocked!." Still dripping, I observed, "Bob,
obviously I didn't hear you." So I successfully defended my new house
against his attempt to leave off the spare keys. It is good to have
reasonable training, and good not put your finger in the trigger guard
until you have to.
My friend tells this story: Three of them (my friend and 2 brothers)
had been caving down in the south of New Mexico, in a wild part of the
Carlsbad system. They were headed back up the road to Colorado. A
older customized vehicle came up very fast behind and shot past. Once
ahead, the vehicle slowed abruptly. The first brother, who was
driving, signalled and passed them. The subjects shouted and drew out
again as if to pass, pulled alongside, and held steady beside the
brothers' car. The occupants began shouting threats in Spanish, and
waving bats. The first brother slowed down to let them complete their
pass. They passed, jammed on their brakes. Signalling politely, the
brother pulled out to pass. The subject vehicle surged ahead, weaved
toward them. The threats continued. My friend began to feel very
scared. The subject vehicle attempted again to force them over and to
crowd them to a stop. The first brother got around them and continued
driving. The subjects again pulled alongside. My friend began to
consider how far it is to anywhere in New Mexico, from anywhere else
in New Mexico.
At that point, the first brother said, "I'm beginning to believe that
they're serious about this." The second brother sighed and said, "Ok.
OK. I guess you're right, they just don't seem to want to leave us
alone, do they?" Sitting in the back seat, the car tooling down an
arrow-straight New Mexican road at 70, a carload of raging maniacs
inches away, the second brother smiled mildly at them, reached into
his bag, and took out the butt of a shotgun. He snapped the barrel in
place and began to stuff shells in it.
As he brought the barrel up and began to load the shotgun, there was
the cry of "Escopeta!" and a big noise from the tires of the subject
vehicle. As if it had been jerked away, it vanished behind them,
visible for a moment in the rearview through a smoke of tires,
skidding to a halt, and wheeling back in the direction it had come.
The second brother sighed, unloaded it, broke it down, and put it back
in his bag of caving equipment.
From: Dennis A. Wood
Several years ago I decided it would be a good idea to wash my car
after returning from the range. I pulled into one of those
do-it-yourself spray type carwashes. The idea is that you pull out
after spray rinsing the soap and dirt off your car to allow the next
person to get in the booth. The knucklehead in front of me decided he
would wipe his car dry while those behind him waited until he was done.
This was July and it was hot. From the neck to the waist this guy
looked like Arnold Shwartzhisface as he had his shirt off. I leaned out
my window and asked him if he couldn't pull forward so the rest of us
could get by his car. He told me to back up and go around the other
way. I honked my horn............big mistake! This guy started toward
my car and I figured he could easily twist me into a shape where I
could do my own hemorhoid examination. Uh oh! On his way back to my car
he threw down his towel and was mumbling in some Godzillan language. As
he got closer I placed my Smith and Wesson model 19 on the dashboard.
This is a 6" nickel plated revolver and is quite visible from a
distance. His eyes got sort of big and he then politely told me that he
would move his car. As I pulled out I thanked him for moving his car
and he let me know that I was number one with him by pointing the
middle finger of his right hand up in the air.
