Bob Wright
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An elderly lady told this story at my old local gun shop:
She had recently been widowed, and her late husband had left her a Ruger Super Blackhawk, which she kept in a drawer in table in the entry way of her house. Late one evening she heard somebody at her front door. Peering out she saw a burly young man, a student at a nearby university. He pounded on her door, then began hollering. She told him to go away, and dialed 911.
The man reared back and kicked in her front door, frame and all. He stepped through the opening growling and snarling. She retrieved the Super Blackhawk and pointed it at him, which infuriated him more. He moved toward her and she fired one shot. At the blast he fell backward through the new door opening onto the front porch. He got up and staggered a few feet toward the edge of her yard and collapsed dead.
She was buying some cartridges with a mite less recoil.
Bob Wright
She had recently been widowed, and her late husband had left her a Ruger Super Blackhawk, which she kept in a drawer in table in the entry way of her house. Late one evening she heard somebody at her front door. Peering out she saw a burly young man, a student at a nearby university. He pounded on her door, then began hollering. She told him to go away, and dialed 911.
The man reared back and kicked in her front door, frame and all. He stepped through the opening growling and snarling. She retrieved the Super Blackhawk and pointed it at him, which infuriated him more. He moved toward her and she fired one shot. At the blast he fell backward through the new door opening onto the front porch. He got up and staggered a few feet toward the edge of her yard and collapsed dead.
She was buying some cartridges with a mite less recoil.
Bob Wright