Semper Paratus
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For the first time I can say I was happy to not be carrying!:what:
I had just finished dinner and was going outside to play frisbee with my daughters. I was going out to the court yard in our apartment complex. I was 25 to 30 ft in front of my kids going around the corner. It was overcast and dim light and the area I was in had a burnt out light. Suddenly coming strait at me from the other side of the corner was a large man ( when I say large you have to know I am 6'5' 220lbs so quite a big fellow) this guy was looking over hi shoulder behind him. he was holding what appeared to be a AR15. I sidestepped and reached for my CZ52, but it was in the apartment. I was just getting ready to jump the guy knowing he was going in the direction of my kids. then I noticed a orange cap on the muzzle. and saw a 10 or so year old boy chasing behind him with a pistol that was a toy (but if it was a little bit darker it would of looked real). At this point I gave the guy a WTF and told him that playing in the bushes with toy guns could get him in trouble or even themselves shot. turns out the guy was mentally retarded and was playing with his nephew. I took my kids inside and tried to find the guy and boy again to talk to the boys parents or a competent relative but I could not find them again.
I had no doubt in my mind that had I been packing I would have drawn and possibly fired depending on the guys response. No telling what the response would be from some one that was not mentally all there. Two thoughts keep going through my mind. One is thank god I was not carrying. and two if it turned out to be a real gun why was I not packing when my kids and myself needed me to be.
For the first time I can say I was happy to not be carrying!:what:
I had just finished dinner and was going outside to play frisbee with my daughters. I was going out to the court yard in our apartment complex. I was 25 to 30 ft in front of my kids going around the corner. It was overcast and dim light and the area I was in had a burnt out light. Suddenly coming strait at me from the other side of the corner was a large man ( when I say large you have to know I am 6'5' 220lbs so quite a big fellow) this guy was looking over hi shoulder behind him. he was holding what appeared to be a AR15. I sidestepped and reached for my CZ52, but it was in the apartment. I was just getting ready to jump the guy knowing he was going in the direction of my kids. then I noticed a orange cap on the muzzle. and saw a 10 or so year old boy chasing behind him with a pistol that was a toy (but if it was a little bit darker it would of looked real). At this point I gave the guy a WTF and told him that playing in the bushes with toy guns could get him in trouble or even themselves shot. turns out the guy was mentally retarded and was playing with his nephew. I took my kids inside and tried to find the guy and boy again to talk to the boys parents or a competent relative but I could not find them again.
I had no doubt in my mind that had I been packing I would have drawn and possibly fired depending on the guys response. No telling what the response would be from some one that was not mentally all there. Two thoughts keep going through my mind. One is thank god I was not carrying. and two if it turned out to be a real gun why was I not packing when my kids and myself needed me to be.