Story told to me by a guy I know.
His friend lives in South Africa.
His friend woke by the sound of the door being forced open in the middle of the night.
He jumped out of bed, and got the 870 that was under the bed, loaded with 00 buck.
As he got into the hallway, he saw two men coming toward him.
He fired several times at them, from a distance of 4-5 meters.
They ran back out and jumped across the fence. He stood there dumbfounded looking at them run.
As he looked a bit closer, no blood, no holes in the walls, no nothing.
His wife came out from the bedroom and it became clear what had happened.
For the safety of their kids...
She had exchanged the shotshells with blanks...
He got divorced soon after.
Not 100% sure its true, but it makes a hell of a story.
Who would have stayd with the missis after that?
His friend lives in South Africa.
His friend woke by the sound of the door being forced open in the middle of the night.
He jumped out of bed, and got the 870 that was under the bed, loaded with 00 buck.
As he got into the hallway, he saw two men coming toward him.
He fired several times at them, from a distance of 4-5 meters.
They ran back out and jumped across the fence. He stood there dumbfounded looking at them run.
As he looked a bit closer, no blood, no holes in the walls, no nothing.
His wife came out from the bedroom and it became clear what had happened.
For the safety of their kids...
She had exchanged the shotshells with blanks...
He got divorced soon after.
Not 100% sure its true, but it makes a hell of a story.
Who would have stayd with the missis after that?