Has Anyone Encountered Armed B.G.?

Gary H

New member
I've read some posts where someone felt threatened, or imagined that something might happen. I get that paranoid feeling whenever someone rings my doorbell. Seen a couple of gang related posts.

If you have used your firearm to save you, or your's; please convey the circumstances, actions and aftermath. How do real life situations go down? Yes, I've read Ayooooob!

Second question: Anyone get into such a circumstance and not have a firearm? What did you do?
 
This isn't really a "bad guy,"(ie rapist, murderer, burgler etc.) but he was armed, and we did feel threatened.
Last year while hunting moose, I spooked a moose that both I and another guy and his kid were watching. I didn't know they were after it also, until it spooked and they came over and confronted us. He started yelling and telling us that it was clearly HIS moose, and that I ruined their shot. He told us he was going to report us for hunter harassment (against the law, if you're legally hunting) and was wearing a large pistol on his belt. We told him that we don't think hunter harrasment covers other people who accidentally spook game that they are also pursuing. He got REALLY P*SSED and got up in my dads face and started cussing. We had our rifles, but they wouldn't have been of any help in a close (about 12") quarters battle. I also had my .22 on my belt and was deciding whether or not I would shoot him if he tackled my dad. The guy was alot bigger, I was hoping he wouldn't completely loose it, and pull his gun. The guy was really being a jerk in front of his kid, after about 10-15 of his steam he walked back to his truck. We were pretty relieved.

Oh yeah, and Question #2.
If I wasn't armed, I likely wouldn't have been moose hunting :D

[This message has been edited by BadMedicine (edited October 23, 2000).]
 
1 Attempted carjacking by armed, yet bizarrely polite perp. 1 round fired. 0 hits. 1 cloud of tire smoke.

------------------
"..but never ever Fear. Fear is for the enemy. Fear and Bullets."
10mm: It's not the size of the Dawg in the fight, it's the size of the fight in the dog!
 
A friend of my wife's was renting my wife's guest house. The friend erred in judgement about a fella, who started getting pushy. "Harrassing", in today's language. One night, when not allowed into the guest house, he kept arguing and refused to leave.

I went out and suggested he either leave or be escorted away by a Deputy. He went to his car and got a pistol, and stepped out to confront me.

I was already behind a fairly thick pine tree. I just put the Streamlight on hims face with my left hand, and suggested my full-house .45 beat his busted-flush .22; he agreed (I guess) and left. Never came back. :)

Art
 
Gary H-

I can only answer your second question; most affirmatively YES.
By the Grace of God it was the third time in my life that I survived to this day. Happened nearly 1 year ago; and although I have recounted to police; eventually my Dad; and a few close friends and relatives; I cannot do so right now; right here.
Actually, I have been considering it lately; thought I would reveal in a "proper" self-introduction I'm hoping to present soon. Some may find it informative and useful.
Being a victim is just that.
Fearing for your life (OH MY GOD; I'M GONNA DIE!!) is unique.
Thanks for an interesting question; I may post after Christmas.....

------------------
NRA LIFE MEMBER
ILLEGITIMI NON CARBORUNDUM
 
I'm not an attorney. This is not legal advice.

Playing "tough guy" is a dangerous game unless you know your opponent very, very well.

In Texas, a person only has to show that he, as a prudent person, was reasonably afraid of imminent (ie. immediate) serious bodily injury or death.

- Perhaps they have had a prior, even "recent" experience involving violence.

- Perhaps, like me, they have a hidden or non-obvious handicap.

For example, a little wrestling match with someone could finish off my back injury and I could become a paraplegic. I’d rather not, thank you.

If an assailant stops me from walking away or otherwise leaves me no options, I will use whatever level of force *I* reasonably believe *I* must use to stop and/or neutralize the threat of imminent serious bodily injury or death (as *I* perceive it).

I will not shoot to warn, to wound or to kill. Only as a last resort, will I stop or neutralize the threat as I have been taught.

I’ve been taught that a double-tap to the chest followed immediately by one or two shots to the triangle formed by the two eyes and the mouth should stop/neutralize most threats. Note that I am not shooting to kill. If the perp dies, that is merely an unfortunate by-product of stopping/neutralizing the threat.

If you believe playing “tough guy” is fun, I recommend you re-think your recreation. You could end up dead, in a vegetative state, or horribly maimed for the rest of a miserable life.

Also remember there are deranged people who are looking for some excuse to shoot someone.
-----

To address the thread: Yes, I've been there several times. Didn't care for it.

I've displayed a gun (not recklessly) to prevent assault. I've fired a gun to prevent robbery. However, if you exclude rock salt, I have never shot anyone in the U.S.

I'm now an old man. I try to avoid high-risk circumstances.

Although a situation could occur where I would intervene to protect someone else, I believe avoidance is the ultimate victory.

[This message has been edited by Dennis (edited October 24, 2000).]
 
Dennis is right about playing "tough guy." The way my Dad put it, no matter how tough you are, if you walk around looking for trouble, eventually you WILL find someone tougher. Guaranteed.

So far, I haven't had a _certain_ BG encounter, though there were 2 occasions I was glad to be discretely armed. (In each case, I had the opportunity to leave, so I did.)
 
Get out early is the whole point. That is what makes this topic valuable. Who has had an experience which will give us an early heads-up upon entering a similar environment? Second, when you can't get away..then what? What was plan "B" & "C" and how did the result differ from the intent?
 
Yes. While hunting this last weekend. 7 out of state hunters with radios, told my wife and I it was "their" mountain and we should'nt be there. I carry a backup pistol while hunting and I also advised them we would hunt in a different direction maybe even pushing some deer their way. Being calm, comming up with a quick strategy to difuse the situation and hardware presentation probably helped. Also told them I worked for the BLM (I do as an IT project mgmt consultant)and since it was BLM land, they don't own it.

By the way, we backtracked later for fear of damage to the truck (just in case these guys were vandal types), and got our deer about 1/8 mile from where their lookout guy was. Loaded it up and home by noon. ha,ha.

------------------
Robert
Littleton CO
NRA Life, CSSA, RMGO
 
1) not sure if the guy was armed or not - didn't wait around to find out. About 10 years ago - Was approached by two younger types in a trendy area of town. They walked up, and announced that they expected a donation. Feeling charitable, I gave 'em a buck. That obviously wasn't enough, as goblin #1 started in with racial slurs and pushing at me, and goblin #2 did the same, while reaching into a pants pocket. Since I was still relatively in shape at the time, I punted goblin #2 in the knee, with a satisfying crack, and #1 beat feet... #2 got another couple of cheap shots, and I wandered off and had a beer until the shaking stopped. Went back to my car, and both of 'em were gone. The next day my left ankle was distinctly swollen and sprained - I neglected to pivot.

2) A few years after that, was walking through a well lit parking lot, next to a crowded pub, approx. 9:00 p.m., just after dark, when I was approached by a gentleman who proceded to pull a 4" badly worn S&W Model 10 out of his pants (got a nice close look). Since I was too close to run, and too far away to hit him, at least at that point, I just kept saying "Hey, no problem. Just take it. No problem." I was worried about spooking him, since I'm a larger person, and he was sorta small and skinny. What hacks me off isn't the $50-60 in cash, or the fact that they never recovered my wallet, but the fact that he had problems getting the thing outta his pants (I was hoping he'd darwin himself...) for at least 3-4 seconds (too close to run, too far to hit, didn't want panicked guy with gun, okay?), and if I'd been carrying (illegal in this state), I coulda had him. As it is, NEVER mug a graphic designer - He got 30 years for mine, and a bunch of others... When he turned to beat feet, I discovered that I'd completely stepped out of one of my fairly tightly tied tennis shoes.
 
The lead in to this is kind of complicated and not very interesting, so I'll skip most of the lead-in. The short version is that my dad and I were at our private shooting range on our own property a couple days before deer season. As we were packing up to leave, we saw a person in the woods on a nearby hill (also our property) carrying a scoped rifle.My dad called out to him "Hey! What are you hunting?" We saw the guy disappear back into the woods. We continued putting our stuff into the vehicles. Just a few minutes later, the neighboring land-owner's drug abusing daughter and her boyfriend roared up in her truck. They both jumped out and commenced to screaming and cursing at my dad. It seems that the person we saw had been the boyfriend and they were upset that my dad had tried to "run him off [their] own land." Property line confusion can be a real source of trouble. Both of them were clearly smoked up and the boyfriend was still carrying the rifle slung over his shoulder. I was in my own truck. I heard and saw how they were behaving and pulled my old Colt .32 auto from its gun rug and quickly loaded a magazine with cartridges...it is amazing to me in retrospect that I did it smoothly and without fumbling. I loaded the mag into the pistol and chambered a cartridge. Then, I got out of the truck, holding the pistol behind my back, and walked around behind and to the side of the boyfriend. I planned to shoot him several times in the head if I even thought he was going to unsling the rifle. My dad (retired now) was a local policeman and had had trouble with both of them in the past. I knew my dad didn't carry an off-duty piece. As it happened, I guess the girl was marginally less stoned than the boyfriend and had picked up on what I was doing, I wasn't making any effort to conceal it. She changed her tone and shortly thereafter she and her boyfriend jumped back in her truck and left. My dad and I have never discussed the incident.
 
First incident was when I was 17 in Oakland, California, back in the mid 60s. Was after dark on a summer's evening, person asked me for the time. I looked down at my watch, and saw a .357 shoved into my belly. Mugging in process. I slapped down with my left hand as he pulled the trigger, and I have a remembrace still on my left thigh. I have not been unarmed since. It is not fun to disarm your assailant after you have already been wounded. To discuss the incident beyond that point is not PC, but suffice it to say that I am still here.
Ten years ago, a neighbor thought me to be the depraved gun nut of the neighborhood - she was a 30 year old school teacher, gun hater to the core. When her home was broken into at 3am, she called me before the police. When the miscreant who was wrestling with her, trying to rape her, found the butt end of my 870 Remington used as a pugil stick behind his ear, followed by the muzzle in his mouth, she seemed to be happy that I had chosen to bring a bigger weapon than her assailant. Her views on guns and gun owners evolved somewhat thereafter.

There have been enough "push-ins" and other forceful breakins in my area (and this in West Linn, a rather "well-to-do" area of Portland, OR) that when I answer the door, my .45 ParaOrdnance is not on my hip, but in my hand behind the door. There is never "too-careful", only too unaware, and under protected.

[This message has been edited by thanatos (edited October 24, 2000).]
 
<BLOCKQUOTE><font size="1" face="Verdana, Arial">quote:</font><HR>Ten years ago, a neighbor thought me to be the depraved gun nut of the neighborhood - she was a 30 year old school teacher, gun hater to the core. When her home was broken into at 3am, she called me before the police. When the miscreant who was wrestling with her, trying to rape her, found the butt end of my 870 Remington used as a pugil stick behind his ear, followed by the muzzle in his mouth, she seemed to be happy that I had chosen to bring a bigger weapon than her assailant. Her views on guns and gun owners evolved somewhat thereafter.
[/quote]

Good for you. I'm suprised she called you though, that probably saved her one hell of a rough time.

I have been attacked and had to pull my gun. I was being chased around town late at night by two carloads of guy throwing what we thought were rocks at us(we never did find out exactly what they were throwing). One of us panicked, and threw a rock at the lead car, causing them to all stop and pour out and chase us. After running two blocks and knocking several of them unconscious, two more cars full of them showed up, leading to probably 20 guys or so, there was a mob and they were all out to get us. Then this big burly jock came up and started threatening us while a couple others with baseball bats started approaching too. At that point out came the gun. Armed or not, they could have easily killed us, get punched by one person and you're hurt, get punched by 20 and you're hospitalized.

Oddly enough the gun didn't seem to scare them off instantly, but once I knocked on a nearby door they all left. I ended up going to the hospital afterwards because of all the adrenaline, I was shaking so bad I was practically in siezures.

The big thing is that most people who do stuff like this are intoxicated in some way. Take away intoxication of all sorts and crime would plumet, although outlawing it would be folly. When they are intoxicated and you are not, you have a BIG advantage.

I know a guy who was at his house and someone came to kill him. The guy had been hitting a lot of acid though, and so he put my friend in the middle of the crosshairs at 300 yards, so the bullet landed short and to the side cause he obviously hadn't zeroed it either. My friend then hopped on a motorcycle and hauled ass over to the neighbor's house. Whent he sheriff arrived they found the guy sitting in a patch of woods swearing at the rifle, saying "I had him right in my sights, why did you fail me????". See, even when the goblin has the gun, we have a big advantage in most cases, training and sobriety.

A lot of anti-gun people cite Texas AMU and the belltower incident, saying that because he had guns he could kill from total safety.

Well if someone tried that from the clocktower on our campus, they'd be recieving return fire, some in .50cal. There's really no hiding from that sort of response. That's exactly why I keep a scoped rifle ready at all times, an automatic rifle(AK-47 usually), and a handgun of some sort. Everything else stays in the safe at all times, but those three things stay in close to ready status at all times(IE they aren't loaded, but can be quickly).

Those friends that were with me that night have all learned to shoot now, and they totally understand why I have guns. Sometimes it takes being humbled by a mob of drunken jocks to understand that people aren't universally benevolent

------------------
The Alcove

I twist the facts until they tell the truth. -Some intellectual sadist

The Bill of Rights is a document of brilliance, a document of wisdom, and it is the ultimate law, spoken or not, for the very concept of a society that holds liberty above the desire for ever greater power. -Me

Compromising the right position only makes you more wrong.
 
I've told this story before, so I'll keep it brief. A call at 3 am from my wife who got separated from her friends and had a guy intent on doing her harm. Got down to the bar (yes, Gunslinger, that "funny" bar) and the guy still wouldn't let her go. He had a gun in his bag but didn't pull it. He and his friends started punching me. Wife got the car and I jumped in and we were outta there.

Too bad Wisconsin doesn't allow the law-abiding the means to defend themselves.

Dick
Want to send a message to Bush? Sign the petition at http://www.petitiononline.com/monk/petition.html and forward the link to every gun owner you know.
 
I've posted both of these around here before, but cannot seem to find them.

--

"If you have used your firearm to save you, or your's; please convey the circumstances, actions and aftermath."

I detered an intruder at gun point one evening at my parent's house. I noticed the man as I pulled into the garage. I turned off the lights and pretended to enter the main portion of the residence. The burglar was peering into a large window in the garage at the moment I used the remote to flick on the lights. He was framed in the window, with his hands cupped around his eyes. I was about two feet on the other side of the glass. The muzzle of my pistol was significantly closer to him. He was arrested after fleeing into the woods. He had soiled his jeans.

I have stood gaurd after hearing "look at the pretty kitties" come out of the mouth of neighborhood children. The cats in question, while pretty, weighed in around 100 lbs or so, and were strolling fifty yards away down the midle of the road. (One of the mothers actually criticized me for introducing her child to guns. :rolleyes: )

"Anyone get into such a circumstance and not have a firearm? What did you do?"

I was using a pay phone in the entrance of a local Denver bar when a man approached me several times demanding rudely to use the phone. I finally got fed up with his ravings, and slipped another quarter into the phone to spite him. (Not necessarily the most prudent thing, I know.) He shot daggers at me, and muttered something like "I'll kill you..." as he left. I noticed him coming back and as he approached his hand started to come out of his jacket pocket, and all I saw was what appeared to be the but of a revolver. I quickly closed with him, pinned his hand in place, and the fight was on. (My wife remembers me quickly saying, "hold on, someone's trying to shoot me." Honest!) After a brief struggle a bouncer and a cop who had apparently thought something was up with the guy made it to us to help me out. It turned out he had a pistol in his pocket. I was fortunate, and WAAAAAY to cockey at the time. All is well that ends well, though, so they say. The guy apparently ended up in prison.

Another time I was standing in line at a McDonalds in Denver when men dressed in the stereotypical trenchcoats and looking mighty nervous walked in. The spread out, and as one began to speak, I pointed to the cameras, and then to the patrol car that had just pulled up in the drive through. The BG looked at me in bewilderment, then took off like a track star, his comrads in tow. I ran outside and reported what I know was a foiled robbery attempt. The guys got away.


[This message has been edited by Erik (edited October 24, 2000).]
 
Not since '69 and at looong range. USS Long Beach 2 - Migs 0.

------------------
Tonkin Gulf Yacht Club
68-70
true story, a Union Gen. once said "Don't worry about those Rebs. They couldn't hit an elephant at this dist..SPLAT.
 
never been in such a type situation. Never confronted by any armed (knife/gun/bat) person... so people ask me why... because it may become true. I carry a knife on me, at all times, because you never know.. and it's been used.. as a knife and a screwdriver. Why the gun, because you never know. I've done work around the house, and get mad when I don't have the right tool for the job.. but I can always go to the local sears to get it... but what if that tool is a matter of life and death? I don't want to go to the local sears to aquire it. So I build up my collection of tools, each has it's purpose. Why can't others think the same way... it's beyond me at this point.

USP45usp
 
My father had an incident back before I was born. In L.A. while a bachelor he was walking back to his apartment at night with some groceries. A shady character walked up and asked him if he had a cigarette.

He knew he was about to be mugged, so he just didn't say anything and waited for the guy to make his move. The guy went for a gun in his pocket, and my dad dropped the groceries and grabbed it.

They struggled over it for a few seconds, until my dad managed to point the gun away from him...which also happened to be point at the guys abdomen.

The gun went off, they dropped the gun. My dad said the guy looked at him like "Why did you shoot me?" And my dad just said "It's your fault". And the guy died. Police took him in for questioning and let him go several hours later.

He doesn't like to talk about it, and hasn't even told my mother about it.
 
Back
Top