What personal stories do you have of situations where you wished you had gun?

I was taping a stand-up (reporter on
camera) close to a news report.
I was standing on the sidewalk in front
of a house where the story we were
reporting on took place.
Suddenly, my cameraman yelled,"He's got
a gun!".
I turned, and was staring down the barrel
of a side by side shotgun pointed directly
at me. It was the VERY upset subject of the
report we were doing.

My cameraman grabbed the tripod handle and,
holding it as a makeshift weapon, managed
somehow to cause the angry homeowner to
pause long enough so we could pack up and
get out of "Dodge".

Looking back, we were legally within our
rights,(on public property). But the angry
homeowner had reason not to want his house
shown on tv. I did, however, get my ccw
and carried all the time on and off the
job for years after that incident.


[This message has been edited by Sport (edited February 10, 2000).]
 
back around 82, i was dating a rather leggy and lovely latina in ElPaso, one evening were out and Im driving her car, she needs gas so i pull over at a convience store near my home...there are two mexicans drinking in a car near the entrance. Im still gassing the car when she comes out and they speak to her in spanish and I see her get red, just flushed and she ignores them and comes over to the car... well they drive real slow giving me the eye and I watch them go by. We are driving away when in the mirror I see them pull out from the curve and follow me, im only blocks from the dead end street I live on, so i drive that car quickly and they have a more powerful vehicle and they are right behind me, throwing beers at the car. We pull into my deadend street and I have told L. to stay in the car until the dogs are out side,,,,,so I pull up positioning her close to the house and by this time the garage door is opening and out comes two very wonderful dobermans, they turned around without a word and took off.
I would have liked to kicked their butts up around their shoulders...but it wasnt to be....fubsy.
 
A few years ago I lived in Los Angeles. One morning, I headed over to the local Sears Roebuck store. As I drove north on Laurel Canyon Bld I noticed an armored transport truck in the road ahead parked across the traffice lanes in front of a Bank of America. There were people running around. I assumed it had been a armored car robbery, we had many of them in LA. I turned the corner and went behind the Sears store. As I parked I heard the unmistakable and unforgettable sound of an AK-47 at full auto. This was follwoed by another burst of full auto fire. At this point, I thought it was some kind of LA gang veresus the LAPD. People were running down the sidewalk and pounding on the door of Sears to let them in. The clerks inside just shook their heads. I stayed in my truck wishing to God and praying to Jesus, "why had I left my Garand at home? I did not mind dying, just let me have a chance at returning fire". My reverie was broken by a charming young man from the LAPD pounding on the passenger window with a shotgun and screaming at me, "What are you doing here?" "Nothing", I replied. He suggested I get away fast and I complied.

None of the LAPD had a weapon with sufficient power to penetrate the body armor worn by the two dopes robbing the Bank of America. Until the SWAT team showed up, everyone was helpless. My old Garand would have been very handy in this situation.
 
Several years ago right after coming out of the shower my younger son told me he wanted to go to a friends house to swim. I told him that I'd never seen their pool and wanted to check it out myself. So down the street we went. As we came around the side of the house toward the back yard, I heard the unmistakeable sound of a dog in the neighbor's yard behind a six foot wooden fence. He was running full tilt toward the fence where we were. Suddenly CRACK! and one of the fence boards flew off in two pieces! We found ourselves eyeball to eyeball with the biggest Rotwieller I ever saw! I instictively reached for my right hip and realized I'D LEFT MY GUN AT HOME! Luckily, the collision with the fence seemed to daze the dog for a second and we bugged out. I do my best not to trust to luck anymore.

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Strength is the outcome of need; security sets a premium on feebleness. H.G. Wells The Time Machine
 
In country - Panama, when things weren't so friendly. Me & a couple having a beer or so at a local bar (off-base). About 15+ nationals come in & start hassling us to beat the band. We leave & go around the corner which turns into an alley (not good). Nationals come around corner & start it up. Fight breaks out with many going down all around, both sides. The Capt takes it & is bleeding profusely from his ear. There's blood on the street. We're down to 2 - still us agin them @8+ & nowhere to go - with 'em still coming on - hand-to-hand & zip for weapons. We fought valiantly, but in the end we were all killed. It sucked.

Seriously.

Have almost always had at least a pistol at the ready when needed.

Once (a real story) was in San Antonio w/a coupla friends. Was accosted by 4+ latino-types who wanted our money. Things got a bit hairy w/me personally w/the (now) perp pulling a cheap-o switch blade & demanding the $s. Whipped a set of Penguin flails (a num-chuck) out, broke a hand & watched the BGs leave in a big hurry. Recovered the blade (still have it as a reminder) & left in a hurry.

BTW, I can "legally" (debatable, of course) walk down the streets of Denver with an 870 at port arms or CCW in any CO public school but I can't possess my fave "flails." Num-chucks are really illegal in CO. One of the best self defense items I have ever used. Innocuous, decisive & go thru metal detectors like a wallet & can be oh so accurate at close distances.
 
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