spyderdude
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It's been a little over a year since my encounter with a knife weilding homeless man. I can remember vividly what happened the night of April 15, 2006.
My Mom asked me to go to Wal-Mart to pick up some things for her. Being the nice son I am, I gladly fulfilled her request. I drove to the nearest Wal Mart store which is about 6 miles away. I go inside like I normally would, grab a basket, and I gathered all the items that my Mom needed along with some things I needed and wanted. I paid for the items after spending almost an hour in there, and walked back out into the parking lot. It was around 9PM, and it was already dark out. I made my way to the other side of the parking lot where I had parked my car, and I looked in the distance at my car, and I saw the sillouette of a man standing next to my car. I dropped my shopping bags, and went up to the man. I asked him "What the &%@# you doing with my car?" He had his right hand in the air with a fist like he was getting ready to break out my window. He turned around, and looked at me with a face I will never forget. I knew right then, it was time to back off. Not even two seconds later, he pulls out a huge hunting knife, and charges at me. I sidestep, and watch him fall to the ground. I could tell he was slightly intoxicated. I then quickly search my person for something to defend myself with (I usually carry a small pocket knife with me). I then feel something in my pocket and I pull it out. I then realized it was my little Taurus 357 Magnum that I had taken to the range the day before. I forgot it was in my coat pocket. By the time I pulled it out, the guy had gotten back up, and he looked straight down the barrel of my 357. His eyes grew to the size of pancakes, and he stumbled away as fast as he could. As he was running away, I quickly ran back to grab my shopping bags, got in my car, threw the gun in the passenger seat, and got the hell out of there. I didn't even think once to call the police, I just wanted to go home. I was so shooken up by the whole thing, I could hardly keep my car going (5 speed manual transmission). I got home that night, and opened the cylinder on my gun, only to realize it was EMPTY. I had pulled an empty gun on the guy, but I'm glad the guy wised up and ran. I think he may have dropped his knife too, but I didn't stick around long enough to look.
A few things I have learned from this,
Don't use all ammo at the range
Always make sure the gun is loaded before leaving the house
Always make sure you know the gun is on you
Have a cell phone to call the police (I didn't have a cell phone at the time)
I spent nearly two weeks cowarding in my room, afraid to leave the house. Then I got online and looked up Alaska's concealed carry laws, only to find out there was no permit required to legally carry a handgun, but the permit program is still offered. I decided even though a permit isn't required, it would be in my best interest to seek training. Nearly a year after that, I finally got training, and my Alaska CHP.
It's been a little over a year since my encounter with a knife weilding homeless man. I can remember vividly what happened the night of April 15, 2006.
My Mom asked me to go to Wal-Mart to pick up some things for her. Being the nice son I am, I gladly fulfilled her request. I drove to the nearest Wal Mart store which is about 6 miles away. I go inside like I normally would, grab a basket, and I gathered all the items that my Mom needed along with some things I needed and wanted. I paid for the items after spending almost an hour in there, and walked back out into the parking lot. It was around 9PM, and it was already dark out. I made my way to the other side of the parking lot where I had parked my car, and I looked in the distance at my car, and I saw the sillouette of a man standing next to my car. I dropped my shopping bags, and went up to the man. I asked him "What the &%@# you doing with my car?" He had his right hand in the air with a fist like he was getting ready to break out my window. He turned around, and looked at me with a face I will never forget. I knew right then, it was time to back off. Not even two seconds later, he pulls out a huge hunting knife, and charges at me. I sidestep, and watch him fall to the ground. I could tell he was slightly intoxicated. I then quickly search my person for something to defend myself with (I usually carry a small pocket knife with me). I then feel something in my pocket and I pull it out. I then realized it was my little Taurus 357 Magnum that I had taken to the range the day before. I forgot it was in my coat pocket. By the time I pulled it out, the guy had gotten back up, and he looked straight down the barrel of my 357. His eyes grew to the size of pancakes, and he stumbled away as fast as he could. As he was running away, I quickly ran back to grab my shopping bags, got in my car, threw the gun in the passenger seat, and got the hell out of there. I didn't even think once to call the police, I just wanted to go home. I was so shooken up by the whole thing, I could hardly keep my car going (5 speed manual transmission). I got home that night, and opened the cylinder on my gun, only to realize it was EMPTY. I had pulled an empty gun on the guy, but I'm glad the guy wised up and ran. I think he may have dropped his knife too, but I didn't stick around long enough to look.
A few things I have learned from this,
Don't use all ammo at the range
Always make sure the gun is loaded before leaving the house
Always make sure you know the gun is on you
Have a cell phone to call the police (I didn't have a cell phone at the time)
I spent nearly two weeks cowarding in my room, afraid to leave the house. Then I got online and looked up Alaska's concealed carry laws, only to find out there was no permit required to legally carry a handgun, but the permit program is still offered. I decided even though a permit isn't required, it would be in my best interest to seek training. Nearly a year after that, I finally got training, and my Alaska CHP.
