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Favorite Personal Defense account
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Posts: 9,496 Senior Member
One of My favorite personal Defense accounts:
I was working in a Gun store / range, and a not too bright teen aged kid walks up to the counter, he was on drugs and not too steady, and tries to hold up the unarmed counterman.
(Later it turned out to be a CO2 pellet firing handgun)
He did not see the group of folks on couches around the potbelly stove waiting for simmering venison stew, a mix of LEOs and hunters and target shooters much like the folks on this forum, all friends.
It was priceless to see the look on Old Mel's face as he tried to get the kid to turn around and see the various LEOs that had service arms pointed at him.
If you saw the movie Beetlejuice when he is trying to get Lydia to turn around, that was what Mel seemed to look like, hands in the air.
The kid finally looks around sees all the LEOs / guns and exclaims O S !!!! and loudly soiled or fouled himself (read beshat himself)........ Fun times, sigh..... :roll2:
RIP My old friend Mel, I miss you plenty.
:angel2:
I was working in a Gun store / range, and a not too bright teen aged kid walks up to the counter, he was on drugs and not too steady, and tries to hold up the unarmed counterman.
(Later it turned out to be a CO2 pellet firing handgun)
He did not see the group of folks on couches around the potbelly stove waiting for simmering venison stew, a mix of LEOs and hunters and target shooters much like the folks on this forum, all friends.
It was priceless to see the look on Old Mel's face as he tried to get the kid to turn around and see the various LEOs that had service arms pointed at him.
If you saw the movie Beetlejuice when he is trying to get Lydia to turn around, that was what Mel seemed to look like, hands in the air.
The kid finally looks around sees all the LEOs / guns and exclaims O S !!!! and loudly soiled or fouled himself (read beshat himself)........ Fun times, sigh..... :roll2:
RIP My old friend Mel, I miss you plenty.
:angel2:
"There is some evil in all of us, Doctor, even you, the Valeyard is an amalgamation of the darker sides of your nature, somewhere between your twelfth and final incarnation, and I may say, you do not improve with age. Founding member of the G&A forum since 1996
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I consider myself very lucky to have never been in a true SD situation and hope I never end up in one even if it ends as funny as yours
I was bypassing the security at a rather large airport as I carry on flights. I'm standing at the TSA booth logging in and showing my creds to an older TSA official. While the older gentleman and I are chatting about whatever, there is a younger TSA official standing next to us.
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice that he is looking at my carry-on and the open water bottle in the mesh pouch. I know what he is thinking and I ignore him.
Young guy looks at the bottle........looks at me........looks at the old guy........looks at the bottle........looks at me........Turns to the old guy and sternly says, "He can't take that on the plane."
The old guy stops mid sentence. I just smile and look at him. He then slowly turns his head to the young guy and even more sternly replies, "He has a GUN!" Then turns back to me and continues our conversation. Nothing more was said regarding the opened water bottle.
It's somewhat ironic that the young official considered my half full water bottle as against TSA rules even though I was carrying a gun (actually a few guns) on the flight.
I have more humorous TSA stories than I can shake a stick at. Never a dull moment in an airport.
Those must be some pretty good accounts.
Anyway, we had a kitchen fire that required us to move out during renovation, I decided to take my guns ( about 20) over to a
friends house until our restoration was complete. Well, we load up the kids and guns into the SUV, all the long gun's were in the back
along with some AK's and my SP-I, most were in plain sight, no cases. My wife was driving, I was riding shotgun, I had so many
hand guns that I got in the seat, my Wife was handing guns through the window, the guns in cases went on the floor the open
guns were in my lap, some wrapped in cloth,my 44mag & Delta Elite were in my lap,in plain sight but not loaded.
Anyway, here we go, traveling south on a major 4 lane hwy we pull into the U turn lane, due to traffic we sat there for a minute
or so when a north bound van pulled into the opposite turn lane in front of us, neither of us were blocked. Two young folks
were in the van, a female was driving, the young dude riding shotgun was having a bad day. He was so enraged, his face and eyes
were red, slobber and spit were going everywhere, you get the picture, Drugs!! At this point, about 30 sec after they stop he sees
us facing them about 20 feet away. For some reason this really pissed him off further, he gets out of the van yelling screaming
spit going everywhere, and he gets a baseball bat from the back of the van and approaches us heading towards me, by this time
I have my window down, while he is about 10 feet away the girl is pulling on him trying to get him back in the van he raises
the bat like he is going to take a swing, suddenly he finds himself less than 3 feet from the barrel of my empty Ruger Blackhawk 44 mag revolver,
I will never forget the look on that young mans face, this was a come to Jesus moment in his life, when I cocked the hammer
on my empty 44 mag he pissed all over himself, everything the girl was trying to tell him suddenly made sense to him, he retreated
quickly to the van and left. In a way this was a come to Jesus moment for me as well, what was I going to do with a empty
gun if this young drugged out guy took this confrontation to the next level, he probably didn't need to die for his actions, after
all I'm 6ft 6in tall and at the time 285 lbs , quite able to get out of the car and beat the S&%#T out of this guy, even with the bat.
What if the 44 had been loaded, how do you wound someone with a 44 mag less than 5 feet away, this guy wasn't very big,
perhaps 160 lbs, under Florida law at that time because of my size in relation to him could have been an issue. Today this guy
would be considered a "gang banger"and likely armed, what a difference 30 yrs makes??
SAM, feel free to edit Bill
Priceless.
I was pretty good pals with a Houston homicide lieutenant (he's now at the big deluxe LEO facility in the sky), and he was having a drink at this downdown cop bar named "Kuffs". It too is no longer in biz. But anyway...
Nice quiet afternoon, and in comes this fidgety young guy wearing a hoodie even though it's 85 outside, and he pulls this pistol and proceeds to rob the bar! Now, I've been to Kuffs and if the name itself didn't deter crime, the big display of cop posters and souvenir badges in the window might. And inside, the walls were full of other cop stuff.
Nevertheless, this guy must have missed all this and he went down the row of bar stools, taking each wallet. He got to this robbery lieutenant, and the cop held out his wallet, then "accidentally" dropped it on the floor. Guy bends over and the cop puts a .38 round into the back of his head.
"Somebody call a cop..."
I was pretty good pals with a Houston homicide lieutenant (he's now at the big deluxe LEO facility in the sky), and he was having a drink at this downdown cop bar named "Kuffs". It too is no longer in biz. But anyway...
Nice quiet afternoon, and in comes this fidgety young guy wearing a hoodie even though it's 85 outside, and he pulls this pistol and proceeds to rob the bar! Now, I've been to Kuffs and if the name itself didn't deter crime, the big display of cop posters and souvenir badges in the window might. And inside, the walls were full of other cop stuff.
Nevertheless, this guy must have missed all this and he went down the row of bar stools, taking each wallet. He got to this robbery lieutenant, and the cop held out his wallet, then "accidentally" dropped it on the floor. Guy bends over and the cop puts a .38 round into the back of his head.
"Somebody call a cop..."[/QUOTE]
About a month later, the mouthy one (about 16 y/o) was wandering the neighborhood with a High Point carbine...he was confronted by two officers who ordered him to "drop the gun" which he proceeded to point in the direction of the officers. He took two rounds in this right thigh from an AR, which destroyed his femur mid-shaft...it was actually kinda fun to see him hobbling around the neighborhood with a walker (after he got out of jail)...