Here's a story or two for ya:
My two best friends of many years have trouble being resposible with credit, and have found themselves living in basically some slum apartments in the middle of a decent part of town. The apartments allow people to rent with no credit check, so you can imagine what kind of people live there. This place is a hell hole. The local cops tell me they would not live there for free, which is no wonder because the cops are always on scene there for some warrant or disturbance.
My friends and I, just being simple white boys, stick out like the marshmellows in Rocky Road ice cream in those apartments. But, we have never felt threatened because we always pack big guns, polite demeanors and acute awareness.
Simple story though, one of many:
One of my buddies and I are walking out to our car from the apartment and it is late at night. There is not very good lighting in these apartments, so the idiots that started this obviously did not look closely at us, because my friend was carrying his sidearm in his hands, out to the car, not wanting to strap it on yet.
A few of the typical disadvantaged minority youths (the nutty part of the Rocky Road ice cream) that cause trouble in that area approached and mumbled something from behind us from an angle. We were aware of them, but we had by far the upper hand, though they did not know it. I glanced to the side to get a number on them as they approached and mumbled something. I saw metallic objects glistening from the ambient light all over the group of thugs. I have no idea what the objects were, as I could not discern them in the dark, and one was on a bike, which added to the confusion of metal. As we turned fully away from them to continue to our cars one of them said, "I am going to shoot you muther****er!".
Let me tell you something: everyone has their own responses to this kind of thing, but having been there I can tell you that I was highly pissed off and full or righteous anger at someone taking advantage (5 against 2) of my friend and I who were simply walking to our car. I have no patience for predators like that. My heart jumped, but it was not fear, it was anger that they would attack us like this. My friend was even more angry than I was.
Funny thing is, right as they said that they were going to shoot us, we walked under a street light, so we were no longer in the dark. We turned to look at them, and still could not discern the shiny objects among them, but must assume they had a gun because they just walked up behind us and told us they were going to shoot us.
My buddy turned quicker than I did. I have known him a long time and I could FEEL the anger coming off of him as we turned. I am sure that our eyes were quite a sight full of flames at those guys.
I turned and reached for my concealed Glock 30 on my hip under my shirt, and my friend drew his Stainless Steel Colt 1911 Commander, which must have glistened brightly under that street lamp. My buddy drew the Colt Commander .45 before I could draw my Glock .45, because it was in his hand.
One hand full of holster and one full of .45, my buddy faces them and says
"Oh Yeah...?"
Needless to say, those perps beat feet as fast as they could run and ride, apoligizing as they ran away, if you can imagine that .
I can't say I was shaky. My heart jumped for a minute, a very little bit of adrenaline, but mostly afterward I was real happy they got what they deserved. Hope they think twice next time when they choose to victimize some innocent people. But then again, I was not facing off an AK-47 with nothing more than a handgun, like someone was in a previous story. That is a really bad situation.
I have more stories.....
How about the time that the same friend and I were cruising down the freeway when a lowered beatup Honda full of four disadvantaged minority youths came up behind us as tried to ram us off the road. That time, the closest gun that I could reach was my friend's Anaconda .44 Mag. I displayed the gun, and they immediatly drove off to pick another target.
I have no idea what they planned, but I am glad I did not find out the hard way.
Of course, none of this gets reported to Police because there is no real crime commited and it would be a waste of my time and the Police's time.
I have heard people say that carrying a gun is like wearing a seat belt - you put it on even though you never know if you will need it. Many people wear seatbelts but no gun. Tell you what: my gun has saved my butt a WHOLE lot more times that my seatbelt has.
[This message has been edited by Red Bull (edited December 10, 1999).]
[This message has been edited by Red Bull (edited December 10, 1999).]
My two best friends of many years have trouble being resposible with credit, and have found themselves living in basically some slum apartments in the middle of a decent part of town. The apartments allow people to rent with no credit check, so you can imagine what kind of people live there. This place is a hell hole. The local cops tell me they would not live there for free, which is no wonder because the cops are always on scene there for some warrant or disturbance.
My friends and I, just being simple white boys, stick out like the marshmellows in Rocky Road ice cream in those apartments. But, we have never felt threatened because we always pack big guns, polite demeanors and acute awareness.
Simple story though, one of many:
One of my buddies and I are walking out to our car from the apartment and it is late at night. There is not very good lighting in these apartments, so the idiots that started this obviously did not look closely at us, because my friend was carrying his sidearm in his hands, out to the car, not wanting to strap it on yet.
A few of the typical disadvantaged minority youths (the nutty part of the Rocky Road ice cream) that cause trouble in that area approached and mumbled something from behind us from an angle. We were aware of them, but we had by far the upper hand, though they did not know it. I glanced to the side to get a number on them as they approached and mumbled something. I saw metallic objects glistening from the ambient light all over the group of thugs. I have no idea what the objects were, as I could not discern them in the dark, and one was on a bike, which added to the confusion of metal. As we turned fully away from them to continue to our cars one of them said, "I am going to shoot you muther****er!".
Let me tell you something: everyone has their own responses to this kind of thing, but having been there I can tell you that I was highly pissed off and full or righteous anger at someone taking advantage (5 against 2) of my friend and I who were simply walking to our car. I have no patience for predators like that. My heart jumped, but it was not fear, it was anger that they would attack us like this. My friend was even more angry than I was.
Funny thing is, right as they said that they were going to shoot us, we walked under a street light, so we were no longer in the dark. We turned to look at them, and still could not discern the shiny objects among them, but must assume they had a gun because they just walked up behind us and told us they were going to shoot us.
My buddy turned quicker than I did. I have known him a long time and I could FEEL the anger coming off of him as we turned. I am sure that our eyes were quite a sight full of flames at those guys.
I turned and reached for my concealed Glock 30 on my hip under my shirt, and my friend drew his Stainless Steel Colt 1911 Commander, which must have glistened brightly under that street lamp. My buddy drew the Colt Commander .45 before I could draw my Glock .45, because it was in his hand.
One hand full of holster and one full of .45, my buddy faces them and says
"Oh Yeah...?"
Needless to say, those perps beat feet as fast as they could run and ride, apoligizing as they ran away, if you can imagine that .
I can't say I was shaky. My heart jumped for a minute, a very little bit of adrenaline, but mostly afterward I was real happy they got what they deserved. Hope they think twice next time when they choose to victimize some innocent people. But then again, I was not facing off an AK-47 with nothing more than a handgun, like someone was in a previous story. That is a really bad situation.
I have more stories.....
How about the time that the same friend and I were cruising down the freeway when a lowered beatup Honda full of four disadvantaged minority youths came up behind us as tried to ram us off the road. That time, the closest gun that I could reach was my friend's Anaconda .44 Mag. I displayed the gun, and they immediatly drove off to pick another target.
I have no idea what they planned, but I am glad I did not find out the hard way.
Of course, none of this gets reported to Police because there is no real crime commited and it would be a waste of my time and the Police's time.
I have heard people say that carrying a gun is like wearing a seat belt - you put it on even though you never know if you will need it. Many people wear seatbelts but no gun. Tell you what: my gun has saved my butt a WHOLE lot more times that my seatbelt has.
[This message has been edited by Red Bull (edited December 10, 1999).]
[This message has been edited by Red Bull (edited December 10, 1999).]