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Any true tales of weapon retention or disarming, or talking down trouble?
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AbNo
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SAP_Pete wrote:
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Yeah, I'm kinda hoping you've learned to not do that these days. :?
AbNo
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Well, you work on that, and let us know how it's going... :?
Well, you work on that, and let us know how it's going... :?
Tribunal Power
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(Long post incoming!)
Well, here’s my list. All of these take place in a Chicagoland neighborhood, the name and location of which I don’t care to divulge. None of them involve me having a gun, but it has a lot to do with thinking quickly, being prepared, and implementing training. Let’s get started.
Armed Assault, Fall 2002 or 2003: I’m at a friend’s house down the street. His older brother is getting stoned in the basement with his little gang of friends. Me and my buddy are in the kitchen, and I’m getting myself a bowl of cereal (Smacks for the win) when this bafoon comes up the steps, high out of his mind. He’s got a handgun of some kind and he’s waving it about the kitchen. My friend starts yelling at him, and the guy is just laughing. He starts pointing the gun back and forth between me and my friend. I slowly put down the bowl of cereal, and when he turned his attention away, grabbed the closest thing to me on the counter: a toaster. I jumped forward and grabbed his gun-arm with my left hand, smashing the toaster into his head with my right. He went straight down. He was bleeding, my friend was in shock, and I booked before his friends came up the stairs. Never went back to that house, never saw the older brother again. My friend told me later that he had no idea what happened when he woke up in the hospital, and no one else saw it but my buddy, who kept his mouth shut. One of my favorite stories to tell. Not every day you get to knock someone out cold with a toaster.
Gang Shooting, Summer 2004: I’m hanging out with another buddy, and a couple of guys we had just met at the park. These two guys were talking to us about video games, so we started walking with them. Bad move, since we didn’t know them at all. Long story short, a car pulls up, a couple guys jump out, and guns go off. I jump behind a van, my buddy takes off, the two guys pull guns and return fire. I got the hell out of there. I heard about the shooting later on, as shootings were fairly rare in my area. Apparently no one was hurt. Lousy shots.
Assault, Fall 2005: I was working at a haunted house over the Halloween season (also, by this time, I had done a lot fo study in martial arts). I was driving down the street not far from my house when I saw a couple of guys beating on this little kid. Seriously, these guys were like 18ish and the kid looked like he was an elementary student. The kid had been building a little ramp for his skateboard on the sidewalk and had left boards and whatnot laying around. I stopped the car and got out, told the two to beat it, and they just yelled profanities at me. They shoved the kid into the street and I moved toward them, positioning myself between me and the kid. One of them pushed me, and I replied by decking him. A fight ensued, and I’ll spare you the details. I was hurt, in that they cracked one of my ribs, but I also broke one of their wrists, and caused the other to need a lot of stitches and dental work. I later heard from a friend of a friend that the latter of the two thugs had no insurance, and that made me smile on the inside. Side note, I went to work that night with a cracked rib, jumping around and scaring customers at the Haunted House. Hurt like hell. Didn’t know what it was until a doc’s appointment the following weekend.
Assault, Spring 2007: It was the season of random attacks. A blue SUV pulls up while I’m on the cell phone right in front of my house. A black guy jumps out and starts harassing me. I foolishly left my back to him. The SUV slowly rolls along beside us as I try to walk away. The black guy throws his popsicle at me (WTF, right?) and I just laughed about it and told him to leave me the hell alone. Finally, he runs up and grabs me. I tried to wrestle away be he was stronger than me, and he lifted me up and slammed me on the ground. I dropped my phone in the scuffle. Unfortunately, I was horribly under prepared. All I was wearing was a pair of shorts and flip flops-- hardly fighting attire. I looked to the SUV to see two guys ready to jump out for the fight, and an annoyed girl in the passenger seat. The black dude yoinks my phone and tosses it to the girl as he gets in. I followed him and politely asked the girl for the phone back. She hands it to me and apologizes for the guys, before the SUV speeds around the corner. I call the cops, file a report, give them the first two letters of the license plate and a full description of all four people. They find absolutely nothing. The long arm of the law must have been picking a wedgie that day.
Attempted Murder? Still Spring 2007: I’m involved in probably the most vicious random attack I’ve ever been targeted in. I’m walking to a friend’s house when a yellow rice burner (looked like a street racer’s car) stops and two Mexicans jump out. One has a bat, one pulls a knife. I’m so shocked that I just kinda stood there for a second, getting my bearings, as these two rushed me. The driver (the one with the bat) was closer, and he swung at my legs. I tried to jump over it but the bat hit my knee and I fell into the car. The other guy hesitated with his knife-- if he hadn’t, he probably could have killed me right there-- which gave me a minute to get a shot in. I kicked in the side of his knee, hoping to incapacitate him, but didn’t quite get it hard enough. Still, he went down for a minute, but took a swipe at me as he tried to get to his feet. He got a prettynasty cut down my arm, but I was able to get a good elbow into his face that made him curl up and drop the knife. I tried to go for the knife, but the guy with the bat cut me off, so I went for the open driver’s door on the car instead, since it was still running. I got into the driver’s seat, but couldn’t quite get the car moving before the guy grabbed me and pulled me out. When he did, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him with me, giving me a good angle to grab his bat out of his hand. I got an arm on it, keeping him from swinging it, and send a fist to his throat (the only throat shot I’ve ever successfully landed). He was temporarily stunned, choking, giving me a chance to book. Not sure why I didn’t jump in the car-- I hopped a fence and took off across the block I was on. They didn’t chase me. To this day, I have no idea who these guys were, or why they attacked me. It was insane. I thought about calling the cops, but I really didn’t have much of a description, and they typically don’t care too much unless there’s real substantial evidence of a life-threatening attack. The cut wasn't serious-- long, but not deep enough for stitches. All I reallyhad was a messed-up knee. Still gives me trouble sometimes.
At this point in my life, I vow never to leave the house without a weapon. I have not broken that vow since.
Attempted B&E, Summer 2009: Some guy breaks into my back yard and I catch him. He was definately getting a lay of the property, seeing how to break into the house later.Since I hadn’t technically left my house, I was unarmed. He tried to book, I chased him down in my driveway. Stupid, I know, but I’ll be honest-- I had just woken up, and I was freakin’ groggy, not thinking clearly. He turned and tackled me, but I was able to stay on my feet since we were about the same size. End of the day, I’m pretty sure I broke one of his ribs, but he got away after I got knocked down and landed on the driveway on the same knee that was injured in the aforementioned fight.
There have been more instances than these, but I’ve typed all I care to for now. Some of my stories remain private. But it is for all of that experience that I am very happy to have recently moved out of Illinois, and now live here in Kentucky where I can OC everywhere. No more carrying semi-legal knives or batons. OCing gives me a peace of mind I’ve never really had before.
I myself am a Bible-believing Christian. Most would complain about being the target of so many attacks, but I believe there is a purpose for everything. I thank God every day that I've somehow survived all of the attacks in my life, relatively unharmed throughout almost all of them. I have a wife now, and there are many joys in my life that could have been deprived of so easily as a result of any one of these events, or others. I'm not proud of this list, but I'm very thankful I'm still here to type it up.
Moral of the story:Be prepared, always. Just like when I stepped out for a minute on my cell phone and got jumped, or just woke up from a nap and walked by the back door to see someone breaking into my back yard, you NEVER know when someone is going to try you.
Always be armed. If you can't carry a gun, carry something else. Carry a brick on a rope if you have to. But whatever you carry, be efficient with it. Know how to use it. And most importantly, DON'T carry it if you're not PREPARED to use it. Pulling a knife and being to scared to stab someone does nothing but put a weapon in play that your enemy can use against you.
And, for the love of God, cherish each moment. Cliche or not, it's all temporary. Thissh!t happens, and good people die. You can be one of them at any time. Don't take your life for granted, and defend it to your last breath, because your future is the most precious thing you have. But realize that anything can happen to anyone, anywhere. at any time.
Kay I'm done.
(Long post incoming!)
Well, here’s my list. All of these take place in a Chicagoland neighborhood, the name and location of which I don’t care to divulge. None of them involve me having a gun, but it has a lot to do with thinking quickly, being prepared, and implementing training. Let’s get started.
Armed Assault, Fall 2002 or 2003: I’m at a friend’s house down the street. His older brother is getting stoned in the basement with his little gang of friends. Me and my buddy are in the kitchen, and I’m getting myself a bowl of cereal (Smacks for the win) when this bafoon comes up the steps, high out of his mind. He’s got a handgun of some kind and he’s waving it about the kitchen. My friend starts yelling at him, and the guy is just laughing. He starts pointing the gun back and forth between me and my friend. I slowly put down the bowl of cereal, and when he turned his attention away, grabbed the closest thing to me on the counter: a toaster. I jumped forward and grabbed his gun-arm with my left hand, smashing the toaster into his head with my right. He went straight down. He was bleeding, my friend was in shock, and I booked before his friends came up the stairs. Never went back to that house, never saw the older brother again. My friend told me later that he had no idea what happened when he woke up in the hospital, and no one else saw it but my buddy, who kept his mouth shut. One of my favorite stories to tell. Not every day you get to knock someone out cold with a toaster.
Gang Shooting, Summer 2004: I’m hanging out with another buddy, and a couple of guys we had just met at the park. These two guys were talking to us about video games, so we started walking with them. Bad move, since we didn’t know them at all. Long story short, a car pulls up, a couple guys jump out, and guns go off. I jump behind a van, my buddy takes off, the two guys pull guns and return fire. I got the hell out of there. I heard about the shooting later on, as shootings were fairly rare in my area. Apparently no one was hurt. Lousy shots.
Assault, Fall 2005: I was working at a haunted house over the Halloween season (also, by this time, I had done a lot fo study in martial arts). I was driving down the street not far from my house when I saw a couple of guys beating on this little kid. Seriously, these guys were like 18ish and the kid looked like he was an elementary student. The kid had been building a little ramp for his skateboard on the sidewalk and had left boards and whatnot laying around. I stopped the car and got out, told the two to beat it, and they just yelled profanities at me. They shoved the kid into the street and I moved toward them, positioning myself between me and the kid. One of them pushed me, and I replied by decking him. A fight ensued, and I’ll spare you the details. I was hurt, in that they cracked one of my ribs, but I also broke one of their wrists, and caused the other to need a lot of stitches and dental work. I later heard from a friend of a friend that the latter of the two thugs had no insurance, and that made me smile on the inside. Side note, I went to work that night with a cracked rib, jumping around and scaring customers at the Haunted House. Hurt like hell. Didn’t know what it was until a doc’s appointment the following weekend.
Assault, Spring 2007: It was the season of random attacks. A blue SUV pulls up while I’m on the cell phone right in front of my house. A black guy jumps out and starts harassing me. I foolishly left my back to him. The SUV slowly rolls along beside us as I try to walk away. The black guy throws his popsicle at me (WTF, right?) and I just laughed about it and told him to leave me the hell alone. Finally, he runs up and grabs me. I tried to wrestle away be he was stronger than me, and he lifted me up and slammed me on the ground. I dropped my phone in the scuffle. Unfortunately, I was horribly under prepared. All I was wearing was a pair of shorts and flip flops-- hardly fighting attire. I looked to the SUV to see two guys ready to jump out for the fight, and an annoyed girl in the passenger seat. The black dude yoinks my phone and tosses it to the girl as he gets in. I followed him and politely asked the girl for the phone back. She hands it to me and apologizes for the guys, before the SUV speeds around the corner. I call the cops, file a report, give them the first two letters of the license plate and a full description of all four people. They find absolutely nothing. The long arm of the law must have been picking a wedgie that day.
Attempted Murder? Still Spring 2007: I’m involved in probably the most vicious random attack I’ve ever been targeted in. I’m walking to a friend’s house when a yellow rice burner (looked like a street racer’s car) stops and two Mexicans jump out. One has a bat, one pulls a knife. I’m so shocked that I just kinda stood there for a second, getting my bearings, as these two rushed me. The driver (the one with the bat) was closer, and he swung at my legs. I tried to jump over it but the bat hit my knee and I fell into the car. The other guy hesitated with his knife-- if he hadn’t, he probably could have killed me right there-- which gave me a minute to get a shot in. I kicked in the side of his knee, hoping to incapacitate him, but didn’t quite get it hard enough. Still, he went down for a minute, but took a swipe at me as he tried to get to his feet. He got a prettynasty cut down my arm, but I was able to get a good elbow into his face that made him curl up and drop the knife. I tried to go for the knife, but the guy with the bat cut me off, so I went for the open driver’s door on the car instead, since it was still running. I got into the driver’s seat, but couldn’t quite get the car moving before the guy grabbed me and pulled me out. When he did, I grabbed his wrist and pulled him with me, giving me a good angle to grab his bat out of his hand. I got an arm on it, keeping him from swinging it, and send a fist to his throat (the only throat shot I’ve ever successfully landed). He was temporarily stunned, choking, giving me a chance to book. Not sure why I didn’t jump in the car-- I hopped a fence and took off across the block I was on. They didn’t chase me. To this day, I have no idea who these guys were, or why they attacked me. It was insane. I thought about calling the cops, but I really didn’t have much of a description, and they typically don’t care too much unless there’s real substantial evidence of a life-threatening attack. The cut wasn't serious-- long, but not deep enough for stitches. All I reallyhad was a messed-up knee. Still gives me trouble sometimes.
At this point in my life, I vow never to leave the house without a weapon. I have not broken that vow since.
Attempted B&E, Summer 2009: Some guy breaks into my back yard and I catch him. He was definately getting a lay of the property, seeing how to break into the house later.Since I hadn’t technically left my house, I was unarmed. He tried to book, I chased him down in my driveway. Stupid, I know, but I’ll be honest-- I had just woken up, and I was freakin’ groggy, not thinking clearly. He turned and tackled me, but I was able to stay on my feet since we were about the same size. End of the day, I’m pretty sure I broke one of his ribs, but he got away after I got knocked down and landed on the driveway on the same knee that was injured in the aforementioned fight.
There have been more instances than these, but I’ve typed all I care to for now. Some of my stories remain private. But it is for all of that experience that I am very happy to have recently moved out of Illinois, and now live here in Kentucky where I can OC everywhere. No more carrying semi-legal knives or batons. OCing gives me a peace of mind I’ve never really had before.
I myself am a Bible-believing Christian. Most would complain about being the target of so many attacks, but I believe there is a purpose for everything. I thank God every day that I've somehow survived all of the attacks in my life, relatively unharmed throughout almost all of them. I have a wife now, and there are many joys in my life that could have been deprived of so easily as a result of any one of these events, or others. I'm not proud of this list, but I'm very thankful I'm still here to type it up.
Moral of the story:Be prepared, always. Just like when I stepped out for a minute on my cell phone and got jumped, or just woke up from a nap and walked by the back door to see someone breaking into my back yard, you NEVER know when someone is going to try you.
Always be armed. If you can't carry a gun, carry something else. Carry a brick on a rope if you have to. But whatever you carry, be efficient with it. Know how to use it. And most importantly, DON'T carry it if you're not PREPARED to use it. Pulling a knife and being to scared to stab someone does nothing but put a weapon in play that your enemy can use against you.
And, for the love of God, cherish each moment. Cliche or not, it's all temporary. Thissh!t happens, and good people die. You can be one of them at any time. Don't take your life for granted, and defend it to your last breath, because your future is the most precious thing you have. But realize that anything can happen to anyone, anywhere. at any time.
Kay I'm done.
SFCRetired
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In 1997 I was living in the Riley Towers (high rise apartment bldg) located in downtown Indianapolis. I had moved there from Houston, TX while on assignment from my employer (Bank One) who had offices there. As anyone from Indianpolis will tell you, if you live/work in downtown it's oftenhard to find parking so walking is sometimes the best solution. As a result I walked almost everywhere in downtown. I walked my dog in the park, walked to the games at the Pacer Arena, IUPUI Canal Walk, walked to Circle Center Mall to go shopping or when eating at the Elbow Room or Gibson's...twoof my favorite places to eat.
One winterevening while walking my dog, Spike (12 lb. min-pin) through a downtown park, I came across two rather large men who appeared to be from the housing project across the street. Panhandlers and vagrant types were often part of the landscape while I lived there, but for the most part I just ignored them when they asked for money, or cigarettes and I went about my business. These two guys weren't the typical type who just asks for money then leaves you alone. They seemed to be more like thugs...more likely to rob you if you know what I mean. Anyway, as I passed on by they asked for money and as usual, I just ignored them. They continued to call out to me asking for money even after I ignored them and continued walking. This seemed to enrage them and then the situation became hostile. Before I knew it both these guys got up from the bench they were sitting at and began shouting obscenities at me. Theythreatened to kick my <expletive goes here> and take whatever they wanted.
At this point, they started to pursue me on foot and it was then I realized I was in trouble. First of all I was outnumbered and weighing only about 130 lbs at the time, these two guys easily weighed 4 times my body weightcombined. I was wearing a long winter trench coat and boots because there was snow on the ground. My dog...all 12 lbs. of him couldn't defend either of us so I considered picking him up and running but I knew if these guys caught me...which they likely would it might end up in the newspapers with a tragic headline the next morning.
Realizing there was no escape or retreat,no time to call for help or any other option I knew that I had to stand my ground. As they approached me from about 25 feet away, I turned to face them while assuming a Weaver like stance, reached inside my trench coat and placed my right hand on the grip of my Beretta 92FS and I shouted, "STOP!" while motioning with my left hand.Now with my adrenalin pumping I shouted, "do not come any closer!" That seemed to get their attention. :what:Withoutfurther incident or drama andwithout the need to unholster my weapon, I was able to disarm the situation. The thugs turned around and walked away...of course cursing as they went. :cuss:
I was very glad the situation didn't escalate and even though I had hoped to avoid any kind of confrontation, at least this story had a happy ending.
In 1997 I was living in the Riley Towers (high rise apartment bldg) located in downtown Indianapolis. I had moved there from Houston, TX while on assignment from my employer (Bank One) who had offices there. As anyone from Indianpolis will tell you, if you live/work in downtown it's oftenhard to find parking so walking is sometimes the best solution. As a result I walked almost everywhere in downtown. I walked my dog in the park, walked to the games at the Pacer Arena, IUPUI Canal Walk, walked to Circle Center Mall to go shopping or when eating at the Elbow Room or Gibson's...twoof my favorite places to eat.
One winterevening while walking my dog, Spike (12 lb. min-pin) through a downtown park, I came across two rather large men who appeared to be from the housing project across the street. Panhandlers and vagrant types were often part of the landscape while I lived there, but for the most part I just ignored them when they asked for money, or cigarettes and I went about my business. These two guys weren't the typical type who just asks for money then leaves you alone. They seemed to be more like thugs...more likely to rob you if you know what I mean. Anyway, as I passed on by they asked for money and as usual, I just ignored them. They continued to call out to me asking for money even after I ignored them and continued walking. This seemed to enrage them and then the situation became hostile. Before I knew it both these guys got up from the bench they were sitting at and began shouting obscenities at me. Theythreatened to kick my <expletive goes here> and take whatever they wanted.
At this point, they started to pursue me on foot and it was then I realized I was in trouble. First of all I was outnumbered and weighing only about 130 lbs at the time, these two guys easily weighed 4 times my body weightcombined. I was wearing a long winter trench coat and boots because there was snow on the ground. My dog...all 12 lbs. of him couldn't defend either of us so I considered picking him up and running but I knew if these guys caught me...which they likely would it might end up in the newspapers with a tragic headline the next morning.
Realizing there was no escape or retreat,no time to call for help or any other option I knew that I had to stand my ground. As they approached me from about 25 feet away, I turned to face them while assuming a Weaver like stance, reached inside my trench coat and placed my right hand on the grip of my Beretta 92FS and I shouted, "STOP!" while motioning with my left hand.Now with my adrenalin pumping I shouted, "do not come any closer!" That seemed to get their attention. :what:Withoutfurther incident or drama andwithout the need to unholster my weapon, I was able to disarm the situation. The thugs turned around and walked away...of course cursing as they went. :cuss:
I was very glad the situation didn't escalate and even though I had hoped to avoid any kind of confrontation, at least this story had a happy ending.
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LOL,
I have to share this though it does not involve firearms.
It was more than 20 years ago and a guy challenged me and was very verbally aggressive. A few years prior I had been involved in martial arts of sorts, but over all, it was only the cool stuff my buddies and I drilled on and it was of no use other than being able to do a back flip.
Anyway, I was scared, he was significantly bigger than me and I figured I was going to take a beating. I informed him of exactly that and told him I was going to bum rush him and try and get a bear hug going and bite his nose right off of his face as it was the only way I thought I would have a chance.
I guess he believed me as he immediately started t back away muttering thins like crazy MF etc.
We both were lucky that day, I was going to try and bite his nose and I am pretty sure he was going to knock me for a loop more than once.
LOL,
I have to share this though it does not involve firearms.
It was more than 20 years ago and a guy challenged me and was very verbally aggressive. A few years prior I had been involved in martial arts of sorts, but over all, it was only the cool stuff my buddies and I drilled on and it was of no use other than being able to do a back flip.
Anyway, I was scared, he was significantly bigger than me and I figured I was going to take a beating. I informed him of exactly that and told him I was going to bum rush him and try and get a bear hug going and bite his nose right off of his face as it was the only way I thought I would have a chance.
I guess he believed me as he immediately started t back away muttering thins like crazy MF etc.
We both were lucky that day, I was going to try and bite his nose and I am pretty sure he was going to knock me for a loop more than once.
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THREE stories, all true, two I was a primary, one I was simply a voyeur for the most part.
NUMBER ONE
Last summer, near the end of the season, just after I started OCing instead of CC. My wife and I were out at the lake with 6 elderly clients from the assisted living facility where she was the nurse, taking them for a day of fishing. The bus driver wrecked the transmission on this HUGE freakin rock and so there we were at the bottom of a 1.4 mile long ramp with 6 elderly folks using walkers and a boat.
Because the water was so low there was only one useable ramp on the lake and everyone was trying to get in or out. We waited our turn and I got the truck down to the water and we started getting the old folks off the boat and up the ramp to the truck. Not far but they were REALLY unstable and all had to be escorted.
While we're doing this I notice the next truck in line and the guy is getting pissy looking.....alert, keep an eye out....... Well Mr. macho finally has enough and gets out of his truck and starts marching down the ramp. I'd warned my wife of the situation and she knew what was going on and kept her fanny packon her (she carries as well but concealed). I had just put a client into the front PAX seat and so, with Mr. pissed of macho marching down the ramp I went back around the front of the vehilce (thus exposing my strong side and the big UGLY black holster to him from a safe distance).
Ohhhh you should have seen the attitude adjustment and how fast it happened.
As we pulled out a bit later, with 6 elderly folks safely in the truck and the boat now secured to the trailer, Mr. Macho waved as we passed him, and I waved back with a big smile.
OC DOES work!!!
NUMBER TWO
My 21st birthday, Laguna Beach (Los Angeles CA area), wasn't me involved but I saw it all. Sgt "Spider" Seth, USMC, myself, and a couple of other Jarheads were partying on the beach after the bars closed and these two local gals had "attached" themselves to our group as well as a couple of local guys that seemed cool. Two OTHER local guys started talking shit about the Jarheads hitting on "their" women, which the ladies denied being, from some distance and then taunting and generally being drunken idiots from a "safe distance". Well it had been a while since we'd heard from them and we figured they'd left and we were out of beer so Sgt "Spider" Seth goes out to the car (maybe 25 yards)from where we were at the time, to get "reinforcements".
As he's crossing the lane to the car here comes a VW beetle "screaming" down the drive and aiming for him. Seth was rediculously cool and stepped quickly out of the way and to his car. Teh VW turns around and it's the two drunks and now they're talking shit and taunting him while he's separated from the rest of us who are now moving but not quite sure how to handle two drunks in a VW. But Seth does. He calmly steps out into the lane and the VW comes at him as "fast" as a VW can accelerate. As it draws close and now is definitely going to be unable to stop before running him down he sidesteps and his field hockey stick (clubs are illegal in CA but field hockey is not) makes a nice level pass and takes out the windshield as the VW screeches to a stop and you can hear one drunk screaming "GO GO GO" as Seth calmly walks around the vehicle and ensures that the local glass shop and body shop will have sufficient work for at least a week.
Finally the VW hauls out of there. The other locals were on our side and we actually helped one put the chain back in his vehicle because he was lauhing too hard to do it and we thought the cops might show.
NUMBER THREE
The statute of limitations is well expired so I can relay this one, having possibly commited a crime myself (tried by 12 or carried by 6 ring a bell). About 1992/3, Washington DC. The in-laws are visiting my late wife and I while I'm stationed at Andrews AFB MD and of course we have to haul them into DC and do all the sight seeing stuff. My mother in law was quite upset about my carrying a "self defense device" (two actually) into DC but my wife was fully on board as she knew the score in DC. It's dark and we're on our way home, we're hungry and I'm trying to get us to MD where it's realtively safer than the area we have to drive home through before stopping for food. We're heading down the main drag that goes past the Navy Yard in SE DC (for those who've never been there that is the REALLY bad part of DC). We're hungry and dear mother is wanting to stop for food. I explain that we're in SE DC and it's not safe but she starts pissing and moaning about my paranoia. My wife, at that time, hadn't learned to stand up to her mother so I got no backup there. Mom sees a Micky D's sign several blocks off our street and wants to go there....again I say it's not safe and she persists so I say "fine" figuring she might just get the message when she gets out of the vehicle and sees the "clientele" and start believeing me.
So I take a left and 1/2 block after turning three "not well dressed" and quite large black me step out in the road in front of me with the one closest to my window calling for me to stop. I slow like I'm about to stop as the wife is clearing the console out of the way of the "self defense device"in it's hidey hole (that washer job as we'd trained). The "gentleman starts to step closer as I'm rolling up, holding out his hand and saying "stop right there".
This might be a good time to mention that the vehicle we're in is the only oen we had that would hold 4 adults. It's a 1992 GMC one ton "dually" pickup truck with extended cab. Now DUALLY means it has two sets of tires in the back (and those big wide fenders).
As the "gentleman" steps closer and the hood just starts to pass him I nail the gas and he starts to grab for the window (partly down) before realizing there's a whole lot more truck coming straight at him and he dives out of the way as his "associates" do the same from in front of the vehicle.
It was SE DC, we were white and knew better than to be there so I didn't bother calling any police (and we didn't all have cell phones back then).
My wife had to explain to her mother that we were almost carjacked (a foreign concept in tehe small town they were from) and I may have saved our lives. She was VERY "passionate" in how she "explained" things to her mother. SMIRK On the even brighter side, dear mom leaned forward after about 15 VERY quiet minutes as we drove towards home, tapped me on the shoulder and said "now I understand". She NEVER gave me crap again and her entire attitude changed as to how well I took care of her daughter.
No guns actually drawn in either case, in the latter they were there but had I used one of them I surely would have encountered a hostile DC jury and more than likely have been in jail.
THREE stories, all true, two I was a primary, one I was simply a voyeur for the most part.
NUMBER ONE
Last summer, near the end of the season, just after I started OCing instead of CC. My wife and I were out at the lake with 6 elderly clients from the assisted living facility where she was the nurse, taking them for a day of fishing. The bus driver wrecked the transmission on this HUGE freakin rock and so there we were at the bottom of a 1.4 mile long ramp with 6 elderly folks using walkers and a boat.
Because the water was so low there was only one useable ramp on the lake and everyone was trying to get in or out. We waited our turn and I got the truck down to the water and we started getting the old folks off the boat and up the ramp to the truck. Not far but they were REALLY unstable and all had to be escorted.
While we're doing this I notice the next truck in line and the guy is getting pissy looking.....alert, keep an eye out....... Well Mr. macho finally has enough and gets out of his truck and starts marching down the ramp. I'd warned my wife of the situation and she knew what was going on and kept her fanny packon her (she carries as well but concealed). I had just put a client into the front PAX seat and so, with Mr. pissed of macho marching down the ramp I went back around the front of the vehilce (thus exposing my strong side and the big UGLY black holster to him from a safe distance).
Ohhhh you should have seen the attitude adjustment and how fast it happened.
As we pulled out a bit later, with 6 elderly folks safely in the truck and the boat now secured to the trailer, Mr. Macho waved as we passed him, and I waved back with a big smile.
OC DOES work!!!
NUMBER TWO
My 21st birthday, Laguna Beach (Los Angeles CA area), wasn't me involved but I saw it all. Sgt "Spider" Seth, USMC, myself, and a couple of other Jarheads were partying on the beach after the bars closed and these two local gals had "attached" themselves to our group as well as a couple of local guys that seemed cool. Two OTHER local guys started talking shit about the Jarheads hitting on "their" women, which the ladies denied being, from some distance and then taunting and generally being drunken idiots from a "safe distance". Well it had been a while since we'd heard from them and we figured they'd left and we were out of beer so Sgt "Spider" Seth goes out to the car (maybe 25 yards)from where we were at the time, to get "reinforcements".
As he's crossing the lane to the car here comes a VW beetle "screaming" down the drive and aiming for him. Seth was rediculously cool and stepped quickly out of the way and to his car. Teh VW turns around and it's the two drunks and now they're talking shit and taunting him while he's separated from the rest of us who are now moving but not quite sure how to handle two drunks in a VW. But Seth does. He calmly steps out into the lane and the VW comes at him as "fast" as a VW can accelerate. As it draws close and now is definitely going to be unable to stop before running him down he sidesteps and his field hockey stick (clubs are illegal in CA but field hockey is not) makes a nice level pass and takes out the windshield as the VW screeches to a stop and you can hear one drunk screaming "GO GO GO" as Seth calmly walks around the vehicle and ensures that the local glass shop and body shop will have sufficient work for at least a week.
Finally the VW hauls out of there. The other locals were on our side and we actually helped one put the chain back in his vehicle because he was lauhing too hard to do it and we thought the cops might show.
NUMBER THREE
The statute of limitations is well expired so I can relay this one, having possibly commited a crime myself (tried by 12 or carried by 6 ring a bell). About 1992/3, Washington DC. The in-laws are visiting my late wife and I while I'm stationed at Andrews AFB MD and of course we have to haul them into DC and do all the sight seeing stuff. My mother in law was quite upset about my carrying a "self defense device" (two actually) into DC but my wife was fully on board as she knew the score in DC. It's dark and we're on our way home, we're hungry and I'm trying to get us to MD where it's realtively safer than the area we have to drive home through before stopping for food. We're heading down the main drag that goes past the Navy Yard in SE DC (for those who've never been there that is the REALLY bad part of DC). We're hungry and dear mother is wanting to stop for food. I explain that we're in SE DC and it's not safe but she starts pissing and moaning about my paranoia. My wife, at that time, hadn't learned to stand up to her mother so I got no backup there. Mom sees a Micky D's sign several blocks off our street and wants to go there....again I say it's not safe and she persists so I say "fine" figuring she might just get the message when she gets out of the vehicle and sees the "clientele" and start believeing me.
So I take a left and 1/2 block after turning three "not well dressed" and quite large black me step out in the road in front of me with the one closest to my window calling for me to stop. I slow like I'm about to stop as the wife is clearing the console out of the way of the "self defense device"in it's hidey hole (that washer job as we'd trained). The "gentleman starts to step closer as I'm rolling up, holding out his hand and saying "stop right there".
This might be a good time to mention that the vehicle we're in is the only oen we had that would hold 4 adults. It's a 1992 GMC one ton "dually" pickup truck with extended cab. Now DUALLY means it has two sets of tires in the back (and those big wide fenders).
As the "gentleman" steps closer and the hood just starts to pass him I nail the gas and he starts to grab for the window (partly down) before realizing there's a whole lot more truck coming straight at him and he dives out of the way as his "associates" do the same from in front of the vehicle.
It was SE DC, we were white and knew better than to be there so I didn't bother calling any police (and we didn't all have cell phones back then).
My wife had to explain to her mother that we were almost carjacked (a foreign concept in tehe small town they were from) and I may have saved our lives. She was VERY "passionate" in how she "explained" things to her mother. SMIRK On the even brighter side, dear mom leaned forward after about 15 VERY quiet minutes as we drove towards home, tapped me on the shoulder and said "now I understand". She NEVER gave me crap again and her entire attitude changed as to how well I took care of her daughter.
No guns actually drawn in either case, in the latter they were there but had I used one of them I surely would have encountered a hostile DC jury and more than likely have been in jail.
Hef
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crossbreed wrote:
crossbreed wrote:
I spent 10 years as a bouncer in nightclubs. I've done the very same thing a few times. Everybody wants to tell his buddies about fighting the bouncer. Denying them that opportunity is just plain funny.