The time I totally faked it
MrWesson:
I find that reaching back towards your gun/holster will make most bad guys eying you for an easy score move on.
We also have some aggressive panhandlers around my area and a reach back with weak hand extended will make their eyes bulge.
My gun comes out only when a direct threat is posed and so far that hasn't happened.
I'm embarrassed (but not ashamed) to admit that I not only used this tactic (when I didn't even
have a gun!), but I coupled it with a pretty good impersonation of a cop.
The scene: a midtown NYC park, circa 1978:
A mutt was [aggressively panhandling or about to purse-snatch or worse; take your pick] an old lady on a park bench. From 20 or 30 ft. away I said, "Hey, knock it off! Get out of here!"
He responded by very aggressively and threateningly telling me to mind my own [blankety-blanking] business, and starting to move toward me.
I was a good bit younger then, and more willing to mix it up, but still wasn't looking for it (even though I
had challenged him). But I couldn't have just ignored what he was doing.
I held my right hand out in front of me and reached back toward the 8 o'clock position where everybody (especially
skells) knew most (left-handed) local detectives tended to carry and I said something like, "Please, don't make me spend the rest of the day filling out paperwork!"
I guess I had the tonsorial and sartorial look, and the
attitude, going for me.
[I was also
visualizing my trusty 3" Model 36. But it was miles away, locked in a trunk!]
He threw up both hands and said "OK, OK!" and retreated a few paces, then turned and ran.
Disclaimer: I don't know if I can even say it was a judgment call, because it came pretty naturally and without much thought. I certainly don't advocate using or relying on such a tactic. It certainly
could have gone down a lot differently. But, Thank God, it worked.