Drew my weapon at work last night...
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This is one reason I keep the gun in a safe at night. I come out of sleep very poorly, and want a little bit of proof of mental awareness before shooting something. I have had an ice-maker for only a couple of years and if it is quiet and the ice dumps, I still think what was that?? I got up a few times looking for a motor running trying to figure out what was running in the house, I think it was the third or fourth time I realized it was the next door neighbor's AC unit kicking in.
SpectreBlofeld
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Don't wanna rag on your friend too much, but is a parked, running bus good cause for an armed invasion?
Armed invasion
Sure this is suspicious enough reason But you friend shot a uniformed cop.
And that is not cool.
Some simular shooting include Mel Gibson from one of the lethan weapon movies (a stand up poster at the top of a set of stairs) and a cut out of Billy Dee Williams selling Colt 45 malt liquer.
The first was officer was coming up the stairs when he relized Mel was standing above and behind him with a gun. The officer spun and shot then fell down the stairs to "get away'. He said he is up there ..I know I got him"
That shot would have been low left in the seven ring.
The second was at five feet. Billy Dee had the 'Colt 45"extended in his right hand as the officer jerk on the dragging unocked door.As it swung open the officer punch a 357 dead center into billy dee "lando calrisian's" chest.
But your friend shot a fellow cop....
Sure this is suspicious enough reason But you friend shot a uniformed cop.
And that is not cool.
Some simular shooting include Mel Gibson from one of the lethan weapon movies (a stand up poster at the top of a set of stairs) and a cut out of Billy Dee Williams selling Colt 45 malt liquer.
The first was officer was coming up the stairs when he relized Mel was standing above and behind him with a gun. The officer spun and shot then fell down the stairs to "get away'. He said he is up there ..I know I got him"
That shot would have been low left in the seven ring.
The second was at five feet. Billy Dee had the 'Colt 45"extended in his right hand as the officer jerk on the dragging unocked door.As it swung open the officer punch a 357 dead center into billy dee "lando calrisian's" chest.
But your friend shot a fellow cop....
Too close for comfort
I had just cleaned a S&W 9mm auto, smooth wood grips (wrong) at night and set it on the desk. Came back a couple minutes later and decided to reload and put it away. Evidentially had too much oil on gun and fingers, jacked one in the chamber -- yep!! hammer followed the slide when it slipped forward from my slippery paws.
Went through my bedroom wall, across the patio, and into my landlords place next door. Final resting place was in his bathroom shower stall, about head high, ooops !! I had to fess up, we dug out the bullet. Turns out he was a retired cop, shot on duty and retired -- started talking about all the mistakes and TV's he had killed. We were good friends, shot often together after that, till the day he passed on.
Way
Too Close, Cal
I had just cleaned a S&W 9mm auto, smooth wood grips (wrong) at night and set it on the desk. Came back a couple minutes later and decided to reload and put it away. Evidentially had too much oil on gun and fingers, jacked one in the chamber -- yep!! hammer followed the slide when it slipped forward from my slippery paws.
Went through my bedroom wall, across the patio, and into my landlords place next door. Final resting place was in his bathroom shower stall, about head high, ooops !! I had to fess up, we dug out the bullet. Turns out he was a retired cop, shot on duty and retired -- started talking about all the mistakes and TV's he had killed. We were good friends, shot often together after that, till the day he passed on.
Way
Too Close, CalSigP6Carry
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Carver, I'm confused... in which post does an LEO shoot another LEO?
Mark Milton
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I worked industrial security long enough to know you don't draw down when you hear a crash or startling noise.
Usually its not burglars, but racoons in the trash, machinery you are not familiar with and buildings settling.....
Not long ago, I was riding around with a cop buddy of mine and a 911 call came about a burglar breaking into a basement.
We rushed there, and he ran up a set of crooked steps that were about 99 or so. I couldn't make it up as I fell down where they had sunk into the hillside and had to wait to see what happened.
Turns out the ladies brother had been working on her hot water heater and left his tool belt on the water heater and her cat jumped up there and knocked the tool belt off....
Once I was out walking around the neighborhood and came across a building that had an alarm going off about the same time the manager came by and the policeman arrived and we went through the building looking for what set it off. I was on the neighborhood watch back then and active.
Turns out some very small cats had found a hole in the wall outside and came in and set the alarms off by walking across the beams in the basement, LOL...
Usually its not burglars, but racoons in the trash, machinery you are not familiar with and buildings settling.....
Not long ago, I was riding around with a cop buddy of mine and a 911 call came about a burglar breaking into a basement.
We rushed there, and he ran up a set of crooked steps that were about 99 or so. I couldn't make it up as I fell down where they had sunk into the hillside and had to wait to see what happened.
Turns out the ladies brother had been working on her hot water heater and left his tool belt on the water heater and her cat jumped up there and knocked the tool belt off....
Once I was out walking around the neighborhood and came across a building that had an alarm going off about the same time the manager came by and the policeman arrived and we went through the building looking for what set it off. I was on the neighborhood watch back then and active.
Turns out some very small cats had found a hole in the wall outside and came in and set the alarms off by walking across the beams in the basement, LOL...
Suwannee Tim
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I was working alone late one night when "blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam..........." on the metal building. Half an hour later, same thing. Half an hour later, same thing. Now I'm spooked and unarmed so I call the law. 25 minutes later here come the officers, I talk to them briefly and they fan out..... Five minuites later, "blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam..........." Here come the officers and the female is angry. They instruct me to come with them. We go around the back of the building and they show me the water drain for the compressor, a 1/4 inch poly tube that was formerly tied down with a wire tie, now come loose so it can go "blam, blam, blam, blam, blam, blam..........." when the valve opens every 30 minutes. This female officer was standing right next to it when it opened up.
She must have jumped out of her skin. And she was mad at me. She just KNEW that I had set them up and she wanted to arrest me for it (I didn't know), her partner calmed her down and they left.
This female officer was standing right next to it when it opened up. She must have jumped out of her skin. And she was mad at me. She just KNEW that I had set them up and she wanted to arrest me for it (I didn't know), her partner calmed her down and they left.Uncle Billy
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While stationed at Hickam AFB in Hawaii in the 1960's, I lived in the barracks for about half my tour there because my wife had to come home well before I was reassigned to see to her father who was pretty sick, and living alone "on the economy" in Honolulu on E-4 pay was impossible, and pointless.
This was during the Viet Nam war, so there always was a bunch of interesting aircraft in and out of Hickam. Once they flew in about 15 B-52's from Guam to avoid a typhoon on its way there- what a show it was when they left for home, one every 15 seconds, each of them blowing black smoke from their 8 engines. I stood just off the end of the runway as they lifted off and passed about 200 feet over my head - I never saw anything more sinister and ominous; it was thrilling.
Once in a while a U-2 would stop there for whatever reason, for an overnight. While it was on the ground it had armed guards around it 24/7, although it usually would arrive after dark, and launch just at dawn the next morning. One night, about 0200 one of the guards who had been relieved for a break came back to the barracks for some reason, with his weapon (a huge no-no). The kid must have been under some serious stress which he couldn't handle- when the pop machine took his only quarter but didn't give him his Coke, he went ballistic. He emptied his M-16 on full auto (no 3 shot interrupters then) into the Coke machine, which had a number of effects: It emptied the barracks in about 2 seconds, it made a mess on the day room floor, it got the Airman slammed to the floor and cuffed in about 3 seconds after the AP's arrived, and got him busted to E-1. They never did replace the Coke machine while I was there. Seems like the Air Force shooting at refrigeration equipment has a history... I wonder what it means.
I heard rumors about a bunch of Marines, on Oahu for 90 days on their way stateside having been rotated out of 'Nam, getting sideways with a bunch of rather large locals (they were Samoan people, some of which are huge). Both the Marines and the Samoans frequented a bar in a nearby rundown strip mall which was supposed to be off-limits, and the punch-ups that went on between them were legendary. The story that went around was about the night the usual fracas in the parking lot was joined by a few Marines from the impromptu base they were quartered in showing up in a deuce-and-a-half with an M-60, which they purportedly used to take out all the neon signs along the top of the single-story strip mall. So the story goes. I did find a few empty 7.62 cases and 2 or 3 links in that parking lot once...
This was during the Viet Nam war, so there always was a bunch of interesting aircraft in and out of Hickam. Once they flew in about 15 B-52's from Guam to avoid a typhoon on its way there- what a show it was when they left for home, one every 15 seconds, each of them blowing black smoke from their 8 engines. I stood just off the end of the runway as they lifted off and passed about 200 feet over my head - I never saw anything more sinister and ominous; it was thrilling.
Once in a while a U-2 would stop there for whatever reason, for an overnight. While it was on the ground it had armed guards around it 24/7, although it usually would arrive after dark, and launch just at dawn the next morning. One night, about 0200 one of the guards who had been relieved for a break came back to the barracks for some reason, with his weapon (a huge no-no). The kid must have been under some serious stress which he couldn't handle- when the pop machine took his only quarter but didn't give him his Coke, he went ballistic. He emptied his M-16 on full auto (no 3 shot interrupters then) into the Coke machine, which had a number of effects: It emptied the barracks in about 2 seconds, it made a mess on the day room floor, it got the Airman slammed to the floor and cuffed in about 3 seconds after the AP's arrived, and got him busted to E-1. They never did replace the Coke machine while I was there. Seems like the Air Force shooting at refrigeration equipment has a history... I wonder what it means.
I heard rumors about a bunch of Marines, on Oahu for 90 days on their way stateside having been rotated out of 'Nam, getting sideways with a bunch of rather large locals (they were Samoan people, some of which are huge). Both the Marines and the Samoans frequented a bar in a nearby rundown strip mall which was supposed to be off-limits, and the punch-ups that went on between them were legendary. The story that went around was about the night the usual fracas in the parking lot was joined by a few Marines from the impromptu base they were quartered in showing up in a deuce-and-a-half with an M-60, which they purportedly used to take out all the neon signs along the top of the single-story strip mall. So the story goes. I did find a few empty 7.62 cases and 2 or 3 links in that parking lot once...
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Suwannee Tim
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I was driving the Interstate one evening and pulled into a rest area for a Coke, the machine was shot up, about 14 45 caliber holes in it, brass and soda on the floor, me with a 45 in the car. I bugged out. Didn't want to spend the night in some rural Jawja gaol.
Last place I lived was kinda a rough neighborhood. The wife wakes me up and tells me that someone/something is walking in the yard. What do I do? Go back to sleep. She wakes me up again. I get my SW 44 Special and go outside. It's very quiet and very dark in my yard except that there is a streetlight 300 feet away blinding me. Suddenly there is a big, bad dog growling and barking in front of me, behind me, beside me, all around me. I start making my way to the door, the dog decides to make his stand between me and the door. Bad plan. I fired one shot from the 44 and hit the dog I could hear but not see. The first and only time I have ever fired that revolver. Hit the dog, he starts yelling and bugging out, owner yelling, I bug out too. Call the cops on myself, they show up, 4 a.m., to investigate. Dog is hit, dying on the couch in the house across the street. Cops ask me how many times I shot. Once. "I'm sorry, maybe you didn't understand the question, how many times did you shoot?" "Once." "Once?" "Once." These cops, by now about 20 of them (must have been a slow shift) were amazed. One shot, one hit in pitch dark.
Last place I lived was kinda a rough neighborhood. The wife wakes me up and tells me that someone/something is walking in the yard. What do I do? Go back to sleep. She wakes me up again. I get my SW 44 Special and go outside. It's very quiet and very dark in my yard except that there is a streetlight 300 feet away blinding me. Suddenly there is a big, bad dog growling and barking in front of me, behind me, beside me, all around me. I start making my way to the door, the dog decides to make his stand between me and the door. Bad plan. I fired one shot from the 44 and hit the dog I could hear but not see. The first and only time I have ever fired that revolver. Hit the dog, he starts yelling and bugging out, owner yelling, I bug out too. Call the cops on myself, they show up, 4 a.m., to investigate. Dog is hit, dying on the couch in the house across the street. Cops ask me how many times I shot. Once. "I'm sorry, maybe you didn't understand the question, how many times did you shoot?" "Once." "Once?" "Once." These cops, by now about 20 of them (must have been a slow shift) were amazed. One shot, one hit in pitch dark.
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Parapliers
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Urban Safari
Saturday night he comes home stinking
Sunday morning she wakes up thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking
does she need to get the kids dressed to go to church
he's pulled a shotgun out of the lurch
he heads for the TV room starts to search
his problems swollen like a river and his reality's shrinking
he finds them huddled by the toy box and splatters 'em all
the ken and the midge and the skipper doll
they look like a family but they're really not at all
well he's sad but he ain't sorry
it ain't the end of the world
it's just the wreck of the Barbie Ferrari
--From John Hiatt's Perfectly Good Guitar CD
Saturday night he comes home stinking
Sunday morning she wakes up thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking
does she need to get the kids dressed to go to church
he's pulled a shotgun out of the lurch
he heads for the TV room starts to search
his problems swollen like a river and his reality's shrinking
he finds them huddled by the toy box and splatters 'em all
the ken and the midge and the skipper doll
they look like a family but they're really not at all
well he's sad but he ain't sorry
it ain't the end of the world
it's just the wreck of the Barbie Ferrari
--From John Hiatt's Perfectly Good Guitar CD
Suwannee Tim
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My boss and I had to do some work on a big generator, a 650 megawatt steamer. They were due to come off line at 4 p.m. but dispatch delayed them until 5 then 6 then 7...... About 11 p.m. I decide to go to the roof where it is cool to wait, grab a nap, boss goes with me. 2 a.m. comes and we are sound asleep. The operators trip the turbine and the main steam safety valves open. The noise is indescribable and the shock of being suddenly awakened by such a noise is worse. My feet are doing 300 RPM and my body is creeping towards the ladder at about, seemed like 1/4 MPH.
SpectreBlofeld
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He's referring to the story above about the cop who investigated a running, parked bus with his weapon drawn in the early morning and shot his own reflection when he jerked open the bus's bathroom door.
Lucky it was a reflection and not another intrepid officer investigating that same dangerous, threatening bus at the same time.
Or some poor sap of a bus driver making his morning movement on the commode.
'Hmm... a bus... and it's running. Better check it out.' <draws pistol>
SigP6Carry
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but... my understanding what the he opened the bus' bathroom door to see a gun pointed at him and he took the first shot, not "he opened the door, saw another LEO in full uniform and took a shot at him"
SpectreBlofeld
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Thomme, the point is this - what if, instead of a mere reflection, there was another officer making the arguably unsound decision to investigate a running bus with his weapon drawn actually in that bathroom? He would've been shot by jumpy officer #2.
In any case... it's 5 am or so, you come across a parked bus. It is running. What do you do? My vote is nothing. Maybe stick around for a few minutes to see if a driver comes along. Then leave. Drawing a weapon and sweeping the bus seems dangerous and... wacky. What's the rationale, there? What's the threat? Are there villains that start up a bus, enter the bus's bathroom, and stand in there with a gun waiting for poor suckers to come along so they can shoot them?
In any case... it's 5 am or so, you come across a parked bus. It is running. What do you do? My vote is nothing. Maybe stick around for a few minutes to see if a driver comes along. Then leave. Drawing a weapon and sweeping the bus seems dangerous and... wacky. What's the rationale, there? What's the threat? Are there villains that start up a bus, enter the bus's bathroom, and stand in there with a gun waiting for poor suckers to come along so they can shoot them?
I have a really big dog that makes for decent protection around the homestead but he had never been off the farm before we took a trip across the country.
The first night at the hotel he saw soda machine for the first time and totally freaked out when the compressor kicked on. Nothing like chasing a spooked 160 pound dog through a hotel hallway to get some funny looks. He refused to ever go near the machine again too.
The first night at the hotel he saw soda machine for the first time and totally freaked out when the compressor kicked on. Nothing like chasing a spooked 160 pound dog through a hotel hallway to get some funny looks. He refused to ever go near the machine again too.
LouisianaMan
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Audie Murphy did it, too!
Once, while clearing a house with a buddy during the Italian Campaign, Audie entered a room, saw himself confronted by a grimy, armed, tough-looking guy, and cut him down with a burst from his Thompson. The shattering glass told the tale, and Audie's buddy supposedly cracked that it was the first time he ever saw a Texan beat himself to the draw!
Once, while clearing a house with a buddy during the Italian Campaign, Audie entered a room, saw himself confronted by a grimy, armed, tough-looking guy, and cut him down with a burst from his Thompson. The shattering glass told the tale, and Audie's buddy supposedly cracked that it was the first time he ever saw a Texan beat himself to the draw!