Inspired by Mike Irwin's tale of a friend in DC, I thought I'd start this thread. So, let's hear you chemical agent story(s).
I've only used Mace legally once in all the years I carried it (every other time I used it I was killing insects). I hosed down one fellow who I later learned was on speed. He wiped his eye and looked at me. My baton came out and tenderized him into submission.
One City Investigator (nonsworn) complained of some seedy characters near her office. The nature of her job sometimes required her to work late night hours and quite naturally she feared for her safety when she walked to her car. So, I gave her my can of CN mace (opps, not suppose to do that as she wasn't licensed) and told her to carry it. A couple of months later, she told how she left work one night and this fellow followed her - closely. He was right behind her and she feared being grabbed (and worse). He cried out, "Hey lady!" She spun around and blasted his face point blank. Happily for her, it worked he grabbed his face in pain. Because of the close proximity (he was in her intimate zone), she got some backblast. Nonetheless, she continued spraying Mace while he went to the ground. Her eyes tearing (half because of the joy knowing that she would survive), she fled to her car. She was able to see enough to drive a short distance to a safe area to stop to allow her eyes to clear.
I asked to examine the can of mace and when I shook it, it felt almost empty. Congratulating her on her survival, I immediately gave her the cannister off my belt and asked her to share any new stories with me.
I've only used Mace legally once in all the years I carried it (every other time I used it I was killing insects). I hosed down one fellow who I later learned was on speed. He wiped his eye and looked at me. My baton came out and tenderized him into submission.
One City Investigator (nonsworn) complained of some seedy characters near her office. The nature of her job sometimes required her to work late night hours and quite naturally she feared for her safety when she walked to her car. So, I gave her my can of CN mace (opps, not suppose to do that as she wasn't licensed) and told her to carry it. A couple of months later, she told how she left work one night and this fellow followed her - closely. He was right behind her and she feared being grabbed (and worse). He cried out, "Hey lady!" She spun around and blasted his face point blank. Happily for her, it worked he grabbed his face in pain. Because of the close proximity (he was in her intimate zone), she got some backblast. Nonetheless, she continued spraying Mace while he went to the ground. Her eyes tearing (half because of the joy knowing that she would survive), she fled to her car. She was able to see enough to drive a short distance to a safe area to stop to allow her eyes to clear.
I asked to examine the can of mace and when I shook it, it felt almost empty. Congratulating her on her survival, I immediately gave her the cannister off my belt and asked her to share any new stories with me.