The most I've ever done was unlock my Serpa and pull about halfway. I don't even want to do that again.
Just wondering if anyone ever had to draw thier weapon or if a situation came close enough for you to do so and you didn't?
The most I've ever done was unlock my Serpa and pull about halfway. I don't even want to do that again.
I have drawn my weapon once, but did not fire it.
I was doing some Geocaching up near Cascade Pass last January and was startled by a Black Bear just a few yards from the Geocache as I was putting it back where it belonged.
Fortunatly, the Bear was as afraid of me as I was of it, and took off running in the other direction. I changed my underwear, put the cache back, and moved on to the next one.
It did make me re-evaluate what I carry when in the woods, althought I have not changed my carry choice yet. I currently carry at .45ACP, but I have concerns that it would not be enough to dispatch a Bear. It does hold 13+1 rounds... but....
Yes more than once.
Why do you ask???
RWW- I seem to remember the bear shot by a hiker in Alaska was killed with a .45
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Once, about 40 years ago. Held two at gunpoint on my property while waiting for the sheriff's deputy to arrive. They complained about being held at gunpoint and the deputy told them "tough s***". They were vandalizing property and challenged me when I told them to stop and wait for the deputy to arrive. The fact that there were two, according to the deputy, and I was alone, was all the deputy cared about. It was justified in his mind and it went no further.
a few times,
1st young and ignorant...thought there would be police at the local PD department....Road rager followed, and I allowed myself to get blocked in.... drew the .410 derringer (little FMT can you believe) and RR got real wide eyed and left.
2nd, was drawn but under the jacket, when a rager had issues with the ex's driving....loud and threatening, pulled open the door, when additional carriers arrived, and he decided discretion was the better part of valor... (we were traveling in a group of cars from a civil war reenactors event.... Had to explain that one to the cops, as a local business owner called.....the PD was just happy it wasn't a real war....
3rd, Bear in yard, hungry and curious, and way too close, and not impressed by my yelling and waving.
Every time I go to the range to kill some paper, and when I put it in the safe at night. ( Might do a little dry practice before putting it away though.)
Guns don't kill people, bullets do!
was forced to draw on a friends younger brother (20yr old), he was drunk and decided he didnt like a joke i made so he picked up a chair and came at me while i was sitting on the couch. this was a really tough decision since i was in his grandmothers house. im really glad i didnt have to use my pistol!
Walking downtown Spokane I was approached by a girl who asked for a cigarette and I told her I don’t smoke. Her brother and his friends took exception to the fact I was talking to her and despite her efforts to tell them she just asked me for a cigarette they decided to try and pick a fight. They were a bunch of wanna be thugs and I tried to just keep walking. I made it a few blocks with them about a half a block behind me yelling obscenities. Finally the brother to the young lady took off his shirt and started to close the gap as I was just under the train bridge. Once I realized he was committed to attacking me I turned towards him pulled my 9mm, which was concealed, and racked one in the chamber. I didn’t take am as that was enough for him and his buddies to turn around and run like hell.
This took place on April 9, 2010 at my office in Tacoma (6th Ave district):
At around 9am this morning I was in my office, with my co-workers (the owner and his wife, and our secretary) and watched a car pull in to our parking lot through the back window of our building. The guy gets out and starts to fiddle with the door lock of another employee's truck. The secretary tells me "Go, go, go!!!! He's trying to steal it!" I run to our side door and exit it, and when I got to the corner of the building (roughly 30ft from the guy, with a clear line of sight), I said in a loud voice, "CAN I HELP YOU?!?" (I did not know for sure at this point that he had ill intentions, as he could have been a friend or relative of the trucks owner, and had been given instructions to borrow the truck, or that something of his was going to be leftthere for him to pick up.)
He didn't verbally respond, but instead ditched the truck (he had JUST gotten the door open) and began running back towards the open door on his vehicle. As he did this, I began running to the vehicles (which were parked next to each other, facing opposite directions), my boss was a few feet behind me. AsI approachedthe rear of his vehicle (I'm still at a full-sprint) I noticed he was fiddling with something near the center console, and I believed it was the shift-lever, but worried that it could have been him trying to access a weapon, I drew my Sig P220ST that I was concealing under my suitcoat, and began shouting for him to "Freeze!" (In retrospect, a "Show me your hands!" or "Shut off the car!" would have probably been better). He glances over his shoulder at the barrel of the Sig (wonder if he saw the mouth of the 230-grain Ranger T-series pointed at him), found "D" on the shifter finally, and peeled off away from me. I paralleled him down the parking lot (another 75 feet, or so) and he kept looking at me trying to see where I was (my Sig was still in my hands). He exited the parking lot and turned right onto the side street that it's on, driving opposite of my direction.
We got the plate number, vehicle & suspect description and called it all in. The detective that later talked to the victim (my co-worker) thought it was great that the suspect got a gun pulled on him during the incident, and jokingly said I should have shot out his tires... (jokingly, though I'd be lying if the thought didn't cross my mind during the incident, haha!). They have yet to locate the suspect, and I gave my statement over the phone to an officer that called back about 45 minutes after it took place. I made sure to update the suspect's clothing description to leather jacket and blue jeans with a brown stain (the officer laughs).
1) No one got hurt.
2) Only damage caused was the plastic cover that holds the lock mechanism in place on the truck. No property or vehicle stolen.
3) The BG did get away, for now, but heknows he's not welcome in our parking lot anymore.
4) I was satisfied with my response to the incident (and that it was so automatic), and confident in my ability to respond to whatever might come up in the future.
5) An all-stainless Sig with a .45 caliber hole at the end is one helluva visual deterrent.
That evening, I retired the chambered round, and wrote the date on it with a Sharpie. I figure that round had more than served its desired purpose. And it's a reminder to me to always be ready and willing to respond. I hope to never have anything like that happen again, but if it does.....
Oh, and a few days later, they had my boss (who was right behind me in the parking lot) do a photo lineup, so it appears as if they did have a suspect in custody. I was unavailable at the time, but they cancelled the appt they had to have me do the same lineup a few days later, so I'm guessing the guy plead-out.
attempted car jacker a few years back.......he quickly decided my truck wasn't worth his life.
road rage guy that swerved at me several times..........suddenly he learned how to drive.
and a car prowler who had broke into my neighbors truck.......he bitched and moaned to the police about me pointing a gun at him, the cops told him he was lucky i didn't shoot him and told him to shut up.
when i was a teenager i had 1 guy shoot at me while hunting(heard the rounds going by) when i turned around he was getting ready to fire again, of course i ran and hid behind a log. i returned fire with a12G slugs. dude was arrested after leaving the hospital.
If guns kill people......then all of mine are defective........ UNCLE TED
On more than one occasion I've been woken from a dead sleep by my wife shaking me "I think someone's in the house!" Only once did we find the culprit - my step-daughter walking up the stairs to visit the bathroom. Luckily I had my piece behind my back, just in case it was one of the kids.
3 times, 2 attempted home invasions 1st time my girlfriend yelled at me do you have your gun and they left. 2nd time the cops showed up before the door was broke down but just barley. The last time was a drunk at 2 am on a dark country road, he ran in front of my car at a stop sign and I had a car behind me so I could not back up, turned out he was just lost, he never saw the gun. I found out that my wife can hold her breath for a really long time. My wife saw me draw and thought I was going to shoot the guy. The guy ran out of the ditch with a cell phone in his hand and almost got shot, he will never know how close he came to dying that night. If I had been thinking faster I would have ran over him with the car.
Yep, twice. Snuck up on two kids in my car at 3am. Idiots were so blind they didnt see/hear me open a squeeky door, walk down some steps, and get behind them with the 12ga. The car points TOWARDS the front door too. Literally 12 o clock with a big flood light on the whole area. And next to a border patrol station too.
Second was at the 7-11 down the street. Pulled in, notice some homeless junkie bothering some woman with her 4yr old kid. Guy was asking for money and when she didnt "donate" to his bad habits the ass pulled a needle. Funny part is... the car that pulled in right behind me noticed this too and we both jumped out and drew on the guy at the same time. We had a funny little, "oh hey, hows it goin' moment?" when we noticed each other. Guy backed down fast and just sat right down. Turns out the guy had a hell of a rap sheet too. Ended well. Woman didnt get stabbed, genepool pollution went to jail, I got my Mt. Dew slurpee, and made a shooting friend.
All this in my first 6 months with a CPL. Figures...
Yes, on the job and my personal life.
Both instances ended well- I and my family walked away- OK, the time with family we drove away.
In the end, that's the purpose, isn't it? That you and those you care about get to keep breathing?
If you guys only grew up how I grew up.....lol.
A few years ago 12 gauge on my HOA security officers that were refusing to leave my property.
Last year when these thugs were casing my car when I was reading in it in a parking lot off Meridian. I kept pretending to read but took my gun out of the holster and racked a round (didn't have CPL) while they were approaching from different angles. A Veteran suddenly intervened and the guys quickly left, wish I knew what he said to them.
I've never had to draw but this is the closest I've come...
Couple weeks ago I was at my neighbor's house cleaning guns and talking politics in his garage with the door open as usual. At one point in the evening we heard yelling and arguing from a house on the next street over. After it got dark out, we were standing out in the driveway and some woman came walking down the street toward my neighbor's house started stepping into his front yard. She started yelling at his daughter, who was outside on her phone. "You talking to Chuckie? You're talking to Chuckie arent you!" She got back on her phone and said something like "Hey guys they're over here, next street over, get over here" and I immediately got a sinking feeling in my stomach. As I turned my strong side away from the crazy woman I undid the thumb break on my holster and got my grip on it and flicked off the safety, but didn't clear leather. This was while my neighbor started yelling at her to get the F off his property and quit talking to his daughter like that. She refused at first, but backed right down when my neighbor started asking questions like "Who are you? Why are you here?" Didn't seem like she wanted to answer so she left.
About a half hour afterward, Lakewood Police were going up and down the surrounding streets and headed up and down our street a couple times. Saw three officers up at the corner of my street walking so they must have found the guy.
Thank God I didn't have to draw.
My artistic ability is somewhat lacking, so I just take photos.
Ten years back or so one late summer night. I was laying in bed with the windows open to let in the cool summers night air when I could hear some Elk or deer outside my house rustling threw a tall patch of black berry bushes. You see, I have acreage in the country. I was just listening to them thinking to myself about which of my rose bushes or fruit trees they might be going after when one of them started TALKING. WTF!
I shot out of bed like the house was on fire and grabbed an SKS and a loaded 40 round mag. If people were in the house it would have been a 1911 but the SKS has a night scope. This isn’t like living in the city. No one is ever on my property by accident or happens to go past the house and me hear them. My drive way is over 600 feet long and the woods are dark and mostly impassable. People were here, in my back yard, at 3:AM. Grabbing the gun and ammo took probably all of about three seconds when I started a crossed my house at a full run. I was headed to the dinning room deck where I have the best tactical advantage above where the talking was coming from. At the moment I jumped out of bed I was livid, hopping, mad, pissed. I didn’t care at this point about cover or subtleties. I threw on the inside house and outside flood lights and stormed out like Al Pacino in Scarface. I wanted to be seen. I racked one in the chamber and barked “What the F*** are you doing in my yard.”
It turns out that it was a couple of Jr. High school kids sneaking out in the middle of the night looking to shave a couple of miles off the trip to town by going threw my Property. They were dragging bicycles threw the woods and when I showed up one of them dropped his and run like hell leaving his buddy neck deep in the briers. It was obvious at a moments notice that this was an act of poor judgment and not a robbery. The stuck kid was speaking 8 million miles a second explaining what they thought was a good idea as I lowered the gun and said in a most disappointed tone. Never ever walk threw someone’s yard at three in the morning. I was in no mood to help him out of the black berries so I simply went back in and turned off all the lights to leave him in utter darkness to fight his way out. If you know how dead black the woods get on a moonless night, you might appreciate the punishment I handed him.
I like to think of the encounter as a positive one. You can bet that those kids told other kids about what happened and that just might have discouraged some ill guided youth from getting into trouble of any sort on anyone’s property.