chris in va
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Who on earth told you THAT?
Don't be sorry, these type of posts need to be resurrected every now and then.
Tell us about your "closest call"......
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Who on earth told you THAT?
Don't be sorry, these type of posts need to be resurrected every now and then.
armsmaster270
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2AM remote area no backup I stop a Station Wagon and as I am walking up to it I hear the distinct sound of a round being chambered in a pump shotgun. I immediatly drew dowh on vehicle as I was backing to my car, yelling for everyone to freeze where they were and trying not to slip on my own ****. after obtaining concealment I radioed for cover and when the unit got there we all three of them out one by one, checked the car for lurkers, cuffed them and found a 16ga shotgun in the back seat with one in the chamber.
Another time early am Friday night/Saturday morning radio call; sound of glass breaking, woman screaming. Go to apt complex everyone is out no cover available. Residents direct me to back of complex where a window is broken to an elderly lady's apt. short story knock on door hear running only way out door or window, I check window see male adult in window, he sees me runs to door. I go dack and forth at end of bldg to watch both window & door while calling for backup as we now have a possible hostage situation. Before backup arrives guy comes to door and charges me with a knife. I deflect the knife as I am backing away he tries again and I fire one shot into his chest as he was extended to me with the knife it entered just to the right of the center of his chest just above the nipple line went through his heart exploding it into the lower lobe of his lung stopping just prior to breaking skin on his back. he started to stumble so I did not fire a second shot as I deemed a double tap was not needed. he hit the floor and I kicked the knife out of his hand and cuffed him. With all the people from the complex as my witnesses. If your interested the shooting is covered on my web page under Negrete or my photobook under Police Dept.
Another time early am Friday night/Saturday morning radio call; sound of glass breaking, woman screaming. Go to apt complex everyone is out no cover available. Residents direct me to back of complex where a window is broken to an elderly lady's apt. short story knock on door hear running only way out door or window, I check window see male adult in window, he sees me runs to door. I go dack and forth at end of bldg to watch both window & door while calling for backup as we now have a possible hostage situation. Before backup arrives guy comes to door and charges me with a knife. I deflect the knife as I am backing away he tries again and I fire one shot into his chest as he was extended to me with the knife it entered just to the right of the center of his chest just above the nipple line went through his heart exploding it into the lower lobe of his lung stopping just prior to breaking skin on his back. he started to stumble so I did not fire a second shot as I deemed a double tap was not needed. he hit the floor and I kicked the knife out of his hand and cuffed him. With all the people from the complex as my witnesses. If your interested the shooting is covered on my web page under Negrete or my photobook under Police Dept.
Military: My closest was my second deployment in Iraq. Returning fire when my M68 caught a 7.62x39 to the side (that's when I ordered a new EOTech from Wild 
), blowing pieces of the battery cap and glass into my face and neck.
Civilian: Got a call about 2am from some drunk buddies at the bar needing a ride home so I went to pick them up. Of course they were hungry and wanted to go to Waffle House but didn't have any cash one them I pull up to an ATM machine and when I get the money out of the machine a guys comes outta no where (from drunksitting I guess I just didn't see him walk up) with a knife and tells me to hand the cash over to him. I had my Springfield Champian between my seat and the center console, well I pulled it out, set it on my lap and said "I don't think so"...the guy dropped the knife, said he was sorry and ran away.
), blowing pieces of the battery cap and glass into my face and neck.Civilian: Got a call about 2am from some drunk buddies at the bar needing a ride home so I went to pick them up. Of course they were hungry and wanted to go to Waffle House but didn't have any cash one them I pull up to an ATM machine and when I get the money out of the machine a guys comes outta no where (from drunksitting I guess I just didn't see him walk up) with a knife and tells me to hand the cash over to him. I had my Springfield Champian between my seat and the center console, well I pulled it out, set it on my lap and said "I don't think so"...the guy dropped the knife, said he was sorry and ran away.
alienbogey
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My buddies and I, teenagers, were spending Halloween night at a friend's house (Dave's) and we decided that it would be a great idea to raid the neighbors. We grabbed the usual accoutrements - tp, soap, firecrackers, etc - and headed off down the road. We hit a few places one one side in a couple miles (this was out in the country), then started working our way back the other side.
We got back near my friend's house, hopped the neighbor's fence on the other side, and worked our way down the 40 acre field to a slope just above the house. We were huddled in the darkness, working out our plan of attack, when below and to our left came the slow rumble of the barn door being slid open. We froze, looking that way, trying to figure who the h*** would be in the barn around midnight when there came the sound of a shotgun being racked followed immediately by 3 huge booms of a 12 gauge.
I saw the muzzle flash of the first shot but not the second as by that time I was running up the hill at what felt like 100 mph - and I wasn't leading the pack, either. We got back to the fence line by the road in record time and tried to figure out what had just happened. Pretty soon, despite the dark, we realized that Dave was missing. Holy crap, Dave got shot back there.
We decided the best thing to do would be to call the sheriff, then go back to look for him. We hopped the fence, started across the road, and as we did a parked truck 50' away popped it's headlights on and raced its engine. It was a second adrenaline-dump fueled mob panic sprint away from the new threat all the way to Dave's house. We piled into the house, gasping, trying to figure out if we should call the cops or start barricading the doors first, when Dave's dad comes inside and we're trying to decide how to tell him that we left his wounded or dead son behind in the homicidal neighbor's field. He takes one look at us and starts laughing his ass off - laughing until he can't even stand up. Before he recovers from his lunatic fit Dave himself shows up, heavily winded but unharmed.
Turns out that after we left on our raid Dave's dad called the neighbor across the road to warn him and the guy was waiting for us in the barn with his shotgun (which he fired up in the air). Dave was a very fat kid and fell WAY behind us in the panicked run up the 40 acre field - nothing was wrong with him but 60 extra pounds and a near coronary.
The guy in the truck on the road was Dave's dad - waiting for us to get back from the neighbors.
Okay, so I wasn't shot AT and it wasn't a close call, but for about 5 minutes it sure felt like it.
(Been shot at for real other times)
We got back near my friend's house, hopped the neighbor's fence on the other side, and worked our way down the 40 acre field to a slope just above the house. We were huddled in the darkness, working out our plan of attack, when below and to our left came the slow rumble of the barn door being slid open. We froze, looking that way, trying to figure who the h*** would be in the barn around midnight when there came the sound of a shotgun being racked followed immediately by 3 huge booms of a 12 gauge.
I saw the muzzle flash of the first shot but not the second as by that time I was running up the hill at what felt like 100 mph - and I wasn't leading the pack, either. We got back to the fence line by the road in record time and tried to figure out what had just happened. Pretty soon, despite the dark, we realized that Dave was missing. Holy crap, Dave got shot back there.
We decided the best thing to do would be to call the sheriff, then go back to look for him. We hopped the fence, started across the road, and as we did a parked truck 50' away popped it's headlights on and raced its engine. It was a second adrenaline-dump fueled mob panic sprint away from the new threat all the way to Dave's house. We piled into the house, gasping, trying to figure out if we should call the cops or start barricading the doors first, when Dave's dad comes inside and we're trying to decide how to tell him that we left his wounded or dead son behind in the homicidal neighbor's field. He takes one look at us and starts laughing his ass off - laughing until he can't even stand up. Before he recovers from his lunatic fit Dave himself shows up, heavily winded but unharmed.
Turns out that after we left on our raid Dave's dad called the neighbor across the road to warn him and the guy was waiting for us in the barn with his shotgun (which he fired up in the air). Dave was a very fat kid and fell WAY behind us in the panicked run up the 40 acre field - nothing was wrong with him but 60 extra pounds and a near coronary.
The guy in the truck on the road was Dave's dad - waiting for us to get back from the neighbors.
Okay, so I wasn't shot AT and it wasn't a close call, but for about 5 minutes it sure felt like it.
(Been shot at for real other times)
Back in the early 70s, me a non hunter, got convinced to obtain a hunting License, by a friend (who knew all about hunting, and canoing!) Deer hunting in basically a heavily wooded area.
First, wrong entry in to river (He could not find the spot he normally went to)
Going backward in this Canoe, the first one I had ever been in! in shallow, but fast rapids, one broken paddle, and a mile walk back to his station wagon! Is starting to tell me my buddy Bob is no big white hunter.
Now on lake, camp for the night, next morning great bacon and egg breakfast, pack up, as b/4 I got in Canoe first, Bob jumped in to the back end of the bloody canoe! up ended me into the freezing water!
He is helping me up! He was actually hanging on to my Lee Enfield Jungle Carbine I had slung across my back! Good thinking on his part.
Big fire, dried cloths, I had dry under clothes, 2 hours later, him in front me in back! Once bitten twice shy, in the middle of the lake, his rifle was cased, mine again slung on back, 300 yards across lake on shore, two people, one of them fired a shot at us! I could not believe it, till a second shot skipped across the water.
I sent two .303 rounds their way! They ran! We went home.
Some one up there was telling me I was not a hunter, last time in a Canoe, last hunting trip, been shooting all my life, not at game, and after that day, in my estimation, the deer won!
First, wrong entry in to river (He could not find the spot he normally went to)
Going backward in this Canoe, the first one I had ever been in! in shallow, but fast rapids, one broken paddle, and a mile walk back to his station wagon! Is starting to tell me my buddy Bob is no big white hunter.
Now on lake, camp for the night, next morning great bacon and egg breakfast, pack up, as b/4 I got in Canoe first, Bob jumped in to the back end of the bloody canoe! up ended me into the freezing water!
He is helping me up! He was actually hanging on to my Lee Enfield Jungle Carbine I had slung across my back! Good thinking on his part.
Big fire, dried cloths, I had dry under clothes, 2 hours later, him in front me in back! Once bitten twice shy, in the middle of the lake, his rifle was cased, mine again slung on back, 300 yards across lake on shore, two people, one of them fired a shot at us! I could not believe it, till a second shot skipped across the water.
I sent two .303 rounds their way! They ran! We went home.
Some one up there was telling me I was not a hunter, last time in a Canoe, last hunting trip, been shooting all my life, not at game, and after that day, in my estimation, the deer won!
This is a dream I had about ten years ago. Although only a dream it was one of those vivid dreams you don't know you are having until you wake up sweating and agitated.
It went like this: I go visit my parents and upon arriving immediately notice the front door and side gate wide open, which is a big no no. I draw my gun (at the time a S&W 1076) and walk towards the gate. From a distance of about 15 feet the intruder walks out and I order him to show me his hands. The fellow grabs his shirt with his left hand and pulls it up while motioning with his right a draw. I pull the trigger once and the guy drops. I move towards the intruder to disarm him while checking for other intruders. I pull his shirt up to find no gun on him, and I said to myself OH S**T. Then I wake up with my heart racing to the point of having a heart attack, sweating and out of breath.
To me it was as real as it gets., without going through the ordeal itself.
It went like this: I go visit my parents and upon arriving immediately notice the front door and side gate wide open, which is a big no no. I draw my gun (at the time a S&W 1076) and walk towards the gate. From a distance of about 15 feet the intruder walks out and I order him to show me his hands. The fellow grabs his shirt with his left hand and pulls it up while motioning with his right a draw. I pull the trigger once and the guy drops. I move towards the intruder to disarm him while checking for other intruders. I pull his shirt up to find no gun on him, and I said to myself OH S**T. Then I wake up with my heart racing to the point of having a heart attack, sweating and out of breath.
To me it was as real as it gets., without going through the ordeal itself.
Redneckrepairs
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entertaining thread . Not one i will add to though other than to complement the artistic endeavors of some of the budding authors. I am sure some few are actual and true , the rest are fine fiction and ill leave each to sort out which is which just as i do lol .