[quote]jasmincar wrote:
A law abiding citizen may turn into a criminal. I am not an outlaw until I break the law. If less people have guns less potential criminals can have them.[/quote]
Less potential criminals = more potential victims.
I will not allow myself or my family to become a victim.
If you think housewives, taxi drivers, insurance salesmen, etc are just waiting to get a gun so they can commit a crime…you may be watching to many crime dramas on TV.
I had another post here, but instead, I will replace it with this:
The man is keeping up down. Fight on, brothers. (and sisters!)
[quote]jasmincar wrote:
A law abiding citizen may turn into a criminal. I am not an outlaw until I break the law. If less people have guns less potential criminals can have them.[/quote]
So you feel that you are surrounded by a mass of potential killers just slavering at the chance to get their hands on some cold steel and engage in a little random bloodletting, eh?
Remind me to never EVER go to Canada, dude. I’ll stay down here where even the average citizen can be trusted to defend him or herself without murdering everyone in sight.
“potential criminals”…
Jesus Christ, man.
Seriously, do you hear yourself right now?
Well post exemplar cases where guns have prevented crimes. They are probably out there I just want to see some. I was very put off by one example I cant remember how long ago where an old bigoted man shot down and killed two African American robbers that had robbed his neighbors house. Seriously? Cases like that make me wonder why you would ever need a rifle in your house. Are you practicing your deer hunting by aiming at commuters from your window?
Gettnitdone you are a dumb ass. A “racist” old man that killed two helpless african americans, that just happen to have been robbing his neighbors house. You sir have your values on backwards. I am pretty sure that if he actually shot thieves, he was justified in doing so. I am assuming he gave them a warning to stop, at that point if they threatened him it is green for gun fire. We can’t just shoot thieves or some one committing an illegal act. Even if you shoot some one and it seems justifiable you will have to defend yourself in the court of law most likely. Wait a fucking minute your from New Zealand can you even own guns? Do you own any? If not read my earlier thread where I said if your country wont allow you to own guns or you dont own any then you have no clue what is right or wrong with all this bullshit you are spewing.
And there are shitloads of examples of guns stopping crimes. I am a member of the NRA in my magazine I get every month there is a page dedicated to short articles describing such examples.
[quote]pushharder wrote:
[quote]Steel Nation wrote:
…I am in favor of state firearms licenses like you get for driving a car. Before you can own a gun you should know how to handle one safely. There should be a written and practical exam involved, as with driving. It should be mandatory before you are allowed to buy a firearm.[/quote]
Then you need climb on board and propose and work to implement the hypothetical 28th Amendment that says: The Second Amendment to the Constitution is hereby repealed."
You simply can’t be in favor of what you proposed above unless you are willing to go through the proper channels to eliminate the huge roadblock in front of you that emphatically states, “…the right of the people to keep and bear arms shall not be infringed.”
If you care to argue this point then I will immediately decide to be in favor of state speech licenses like you get for driving a car. Before you can post on the internet you should know how to speak responsibly. There should be a written and practical exam involved, as with driving. It should be mandatory before you are allowed to post on the internet, speak at a political rally or write your congressman. After all the pen is sharper than the sword.[/quote]
Point taken about my idea being obviously in violation of the Bill of Rights. I’ve just seen a lot of people handling weapons (loaded even) in ways that are not consistent with how I was taught. Having a safety licensing system in place seemed like a good idea until you think of who is supposed to have control of the licenses.
[quote]pushharder wrote:
The next thing I’ll do, Mr. SN, is decide to be in favor of state religion licenses like you get for driving a car. Before you can choose the church of your choice you should know how to worship responsibly and safely. There should be a written and practical exam involved, as with driving. It should be mandatory before you are allowed to step foot in a religious service, serve as a church elder, priest or pastor or teach Sunday School.[/quote]
Yeah.
[quote]pushharder wrote:
After that I think I’ll decide to be in favor of state journalism licenses like you get for driving a car. Before you can publish a newspaper you should know how to exercise responsible journalistic practices. There should be a written and practical exam involved, as with driving. It should be mandatory before you are allowed to be a reporter, publisher, or editor.[/quote]
Yup, got it.
[quote]pushharder wrote:
I will continue my crusade by favoring state unreasonable searches and seizures licenses like you get for driving a car. Before you can lawfully refuse an unreasonable search and seizure you should have to prove you have nothing to hide from the government. There should be a written and practical exam involved, as with driving. It should be mandatory before you are allowed to claim your 4th Amendment rights.[/quote]
Let it be known, pushharder is not afraid to take that ball and run with it.
www.gunfacts.info
Constitution’s got it covered. Thank God the smart people who built this country were much smarter than the morons trying to destroy it.
[quote]Gettnitdone wrote:
Well post exemplar cases where guns have prevented crimes. They are probably out there I just want to see some.[/quote]
Ok…here are a few.
My husband occasionally hunted and had guns in our home. I was scared of guns because I had never been taught much about them. Through the years, anytime that my husband was going to be gone overnight he would pull out a handgun and show me what to do in case I needed it for protection. I hoped that he would just hurry up and put it away, I WAS NEVER GOING TO NEED IT.
As our children became teenagers, I asked my husband to place gunlocks on all of his guns. You know, with all the horror stories you hear about kids and guns. We had several arguments about the gunlocks but I finally won. The only time that the gunlocks would be off was if he was going to be gone overnight. I agreed to that.
On August 2nd, 1997, my son Justin was supposed to be home at 12:00 A.M. At about 11:30, I called his phone to make sure he would be home on time because I was ready to go to bed. He was at a friend’s home playing videogames and asked to stay out until 1:00 A.M. I agreed, but told him he must be home by 1:00, no later.
At 12:40 A.M. I heard the doorknob jiggle. I got up and started towards the door, thinking it was Justin. I had looked at the clock because I thought, wow he’s home early. I stopped before I got to the door because I did not hear him set his alarm on his car. I heard a loud noise. My door was kicked in. I heard someone scream, “Get down Ma’am” or “Lay down Ma’am.” I was so scared that all I could think was to get to the bedroom where my husband Mike was sleeping. I ran, screaming for my husband.
I made it to the bedroom and tried to close and hold the door to keep the intruders out. It never closed all the way but enough so that they could not come through it. I was screaming as my husband ran over and the door broke in half over my body. I do not remember if they shot through the door before it broke or if they shot after it broke. But I know that I took a 9MM bullet to the chest. We still do not know if Mike was shot once at this time because he does not remember. Mike began pushing them out of the bedroom and I guess he was trying to push them out of our home. They were hitting him and fighting him because he was fighting for his life.
I called 911 and told them our address and that we were being shot. I hung up the phone. I could still hear them fighting in the living room. I thought about the gun that was within my reach. Thankfully the gunlock was not on the gun, since Mike had been gone overnight the night before. I grabbed the gun and did what Mike had always showed me. I cocked it and I took the safety off. I thought, if I run out and shoot, I will shoot Mike. Then I thought, if I run out and shoot over their heads, they will run and everything will be okay.
I ran out and shot two bullets. They didn’t run away. One of the intruders ran after me, as I ran to the bedroom for cover. I turned to fire at him, but he did not follow me into the room. I waited a few seconds to see what he was going to do. I peeked out the bedroom door and I could see his arm and the gun but he could not see me. He was waiting to shoot me again when I ran out. What he did not know was that I could slide against the wall, run through the dining room and back into the living room. This put his back to me. I opened fire with the gun that I did not think I would ever need. I turned to look at the intruder who was still fighting with my husband, and to my horror, he placed the gun against the side of my husband and fired. I tried to fire my gun but I was out of bullets. As I turned to run, he started firing at me, and one of the many shots he fired, hit me in my chest again. I made it to safety in the bedroom.
I didn’t hear anything for a moment and thought that maybe they finally left. All of the sudden I heard one of them scream at my husband, “Where are the f------- keys to the truck?” Mike answered, “In the bedroom, on the gun cabinet, in my hat.” At least Mike was alive. But now the intruder was heading back to the room that I was in. He paused at the door of the dark room and screamed, “Where are you?” I was about six feet in front of him but he could not see me. I did not say anything, hoping he would leave. He put the light on and stuck a shotgun to my temple. He screamed, “Where are the f------- keys to the truck?” As I was trying to get the keys he screamed, “Have you called 911?” I lied and said no, hoping he would leave and the police would catch him outside.
Where were the police? It took 14 minutes for the police to arrive. I am not holding this against the police; just pointing out that it only takes seconds to be shot and it takes minutes for the police to arrive. It is over before they can help you. The intruders were already gone. The one that I shot made it to my yard and died from the two gunshot wounds that I inflicted from the gun that I did not like, but used to save my life and the life of my husband. His friend ran over him with our truck when he was trying to leave. We are not sure if this was an accident or if he ran over him to make sure he could not talk to the police.
I won’t go into the horror after the shooting of a month in the hospital, lung surgery, scars that will never go away, the death threats, the trial, the nightmares, and the fact that I had to take a human life. But I will tell you that if you read this story and still choose not to take action to protect your own life then you should not expect anyone else to take action to protect your life either. If we do not stand up for our Second Amendment rights to own and use guns for our own self-protection, then you should expect the criminals in our society to win.
Since this home invasion, I have received my conceal carry permit and carry at all times. I practice with my weapon to make sure I hit my mark in case I have to protect myself or someone else. I hope after reading my story that you will be ready if it happens to you. Remember I WAS NEVER GOING TO NEED IT. I would rather not need it, than need it and not have it.
On the way to the New Jersey State House in April of 1989 I picked up the local Trentonion newspaper. The headline on the front page was about an 80 year-old woman murdered in her home. The next headline was about an 81 year-old black woman named Annie Ryan who successfully defended herself with a handgun. She was arrested or at least, her hand gun, was arrested, by the Trenton Police.
The article intrigued me and her home was just a couple of blocks from the State House, so I walked over and knocked on her door and introduced myself as the NRA guy.
Here was this soft-spoken, little black woman. She wore glasses and had her hair up with a kind of bonnet type hat as if she was heading to church. She had a smile on her face and welcomed me in, as if I was a long-lost cousin. â??Please come in and let’s talkâ?? she said, â??This is my nephew Bill Young, please sit down.â?? Then she started to relate her story
Annie told me that she had heard a noise at the kitchen door in the middle of the night, and she thought it was a squirrel or a raccoon in the garbage. When she opened the door a crack to take a peek, there was a ski-masked bandit on the other side of the door. They were eyeball to eyeball with each other! She tried to close the door and he pushed, then she pushed, and he pushed and she pushed.
She couldn’t hold the door anymore, so she suddenly let it go. When she did, he fell onto the floor. She ran into the bedroom where she kept a loaded .38 under her pillow. As she snatched it up, with only the bed between them, she screamed, “Get out my house, get off my back, get out my house,” and with that he started towards her.
She didn’t want to kill him,. so she pointed the gun at his leg and she shot him in the thigh. And with that he spun around. Eyes peering through his ski mask, he said, “Lady, how many more bullets you got in that gun?” Annie said, “That’s when I gave that sucker another one.” And then she proceeded to chase him across the living room and back out the kitchen door.
She called the police and their response was to come and take her gun away from her. Because In New Jersey, anybody who possesses a firearm is considered to be unlawfully in possession until they can prove otherwise. The firearm was left to her by her deceased husband – he’d purchased it in the 1920s or 30s – and she didn’t have any documents so, at that time she couldn’t prove it was legal. They took the gun to hold it as evidence.
The police found the perpetrator at the hospital and they decided that they would keep the gun anyway until after he went to trial. She lived in downtown Trenton, New Jersey in a drug-riddled area. She was very fearful of living alone, without having the means to protect herself. That was the second time that she had had to use the gun.
So with her nephew’s help, she applied for another gun permit, and they told her that it would take from one to six months to get the permit to purchase another firearm. And she was panicky because she lived alone in a crime-riddled neighborhood and she was left without the means to defend herself.
I was determined to help her, so I got some NRA people involved as well as some Coalition of New Jersey Sportsmen people and Roy Innis from the Congress of Racial Equality. We got the Speaker of the Assembly, and other legislators and the Governor’s office involved.
There was such a clamor to get her gun back, even by the anti-gun press and others. The chief of police gave her an outstanding citizenship award and gave her the gun back. The Speaker of the Assembly handed her gun back to her in the State House with a full scale press corps taking notes that made front page in most papers.
Geraldo Rivera put her on his TV show and had her picked up in a limousine. Annie was a wonderful, sweet lady, and handled the TV interview magnificently. She was made Queen of the Easter Parade in Trenton, riding down Main Street in a convertible, waving to an applauding crowd.
Later, Charlton Heston presented her an outstanding member award from the NRA, in front of 1,500 applauding sportsmen and women. People donated an alarm system for her house and she lived there for several more years feeling secure with her deceased husband’s pistol under her pillow. Loaded and ready to go!
Three years later, Annie was stabbed after a struggle in the same kitchen by a young woman, attempting to steal Annieâ??s purse that held her modest dollars. Once more she â??snatched her pistol upâ?? and gave chase. The thief made off with her purse but Annie survived thanks to her pistol. Annie said, â??I was glad I didn’t have to shoot. The mere presence of the gun was enough to send the knife welding thief on the run!â??
I have owned and carried handguns for personal defense for a little over a decade. I currently live in Texas, which issues CCW (conceal carry weapon) licenses on a “shall issue” basis. Law-abiding citizens who meet reasonable and fair qualifications will get the license without having to prove “urgent need” or be subject to the discretion of an issuing authority.
I travel a good amount on business and many of the states I travel to have reciprocal agreements to honor my Texas license. I always carry a handgun when I travel to a state where I am legal to carry. When I travel by plane I follow FAA regulations and the specific rules of the airline. My â??travelâ?? gun of choice is usually a 5-shot revolver. I pack the empty revolver in a small lockable case along with one box of hollow points and a couple of speedloaders.
I then pack the small lockable case in with my clothes in a hard-sided, lockable luggage bag. I declare the firearm when I check in my luggage, sign the declaration form, lock up the cases, and when I get to my destination my life-saving tools are waiting for me at baggage claim.
A couple of years ago I was on a business trip and decided to have dinner with a few business associates in the downtown area. After a pleasant dinner I started on my walk back to my hotel, which was about eight city blocks from the restaurant. I was carrying my revolver as usual. As I exited the restaurant I didnâ??t notice anything unusual except for a scruffy looking guy leaning against a car smoking a cigarette just outside the restaurant exit.
I didnâ??t think too much of this and continued my walk. At the next block I scanned for traffic before crossing and out of the corner of my eye I noticed that the guy was now walking about 50 feet behind me. I decided to cross the street diagonally and after I did I gave a quick glance back and noticed that he had crossed diagonally as well and was still behind me.
I decided to test the situation by crossing back over to the previous side of the street, thinking that if he followed me again, then I would be pretty sure I was in trouble. Sure enough he crossed over with me, and by this time he had gained on me and was only about 20 feet behind me. My heart was racing and the adrenaline started to pump. I knew I had to do something or I was going to be prey for this miscreant.
I decided to try the element of surprise rather than waiting for him to close in on me. I quickly spun around, reached back and placed my â??strong-sideâ?? hand on my gunâ??s grip, and at the same time raised my â??weak-sideâ?? hand out in front of me as a kind of â??stopâ?? sign, all the while now walking backwards to maintain my distance. I didnâ??t want to draw my weapon until I was sure the threat was real, but I thought that the warning might just prevent a mishap.
Luckily for me, my actions took this predator by complete surprise and threw him off of his game plan. He immediately stopped in his tracks with his eyes bulging open as he put up both his hands and started slowly walking backwards away from me while shaking his head from side to side as if he was saying “Noâ??letâ??s not do this!”
I waited until he was well on his way before I finished the journey to my hotel, which of course was finished with a little extra hustle. When I got to my room I sat down on my bed, still shaking, but very grateful that this did not escalate into something really bad. I dread to think what would have happened if I did not have my gun with me.
I guess the first rule of a gunfightâ??"always have a gun"â??is the best advice anyone can heed. It may be a bit inconvenient when traveling, but inconvenience never killed anyone.
My story begins with a night of studying at a small community college library, after working my butt off on two jobs and carrying 15 hours of classes. My free time (which came few and far between) was either attending gun shows, reading up on the latest firearms in magazines in my apartment or taking out my frustrations on man size silhouettes at the local range.
Not being able to afford to pay range fees and purchase ammo, the range master whom I will refer to as “Alex” let me clean up the range area, keep tape on the dispensers and general “go fer” type chores.
Pretty soon I was greasing cables for the target returns, showing firearms to potential customers and checking out firearms for the folks who came without a gun to shoot or wanted to test out a certain gun before purchasing it. This allowed me to shoot for free and get so much ammo each month.
I must have been doing a better than average job because Alex offered me a part-time job and thus I could quit one of the other jobs of delivering newspapers, getting up at 4:00 AM and draining my vehicle of gas every three days and then having to wait two weeks before I received a check.
Working until closing allowed me the time to study in between business transactions and kept me busy when I had nothing to study by watching the shooters on closed circuit video.
The range stayed open until 10:30 Tuesday through Friday and Saturday until 11:00 PM. Having approximately 150 long guns and 75 to 100 pistols and revolvers, Alex always seemed to have a special going on.
He gave me a pretty good discount and this helped to keep my collection growing (to a certain degree). He would pay me weekly and I would give him half of it back after buying one gun after another.
Alex would often use his range as a bartering tool to finish a deal. He would price a gun at a certain price and after a trade came up and the final was close, he would offer a three-month range card, knowing they would probably end up purchasing his ammo to shoot any way.
After about a month I had about nine lanes full of the 12 that we had open at the time. At 10:20 on a Saturday night with one customer after another, I was beginning to show signs of fatigue. It had been the first week of finals and with all the studying, work and lack of sleep all I could think about was the next 10 to 15 minutes before the range would close and the last 15 to 20 minutes would go by quickly as I finished up the final cleaning of the night.
Alex had stopped in at 10:00 PM and said that he was, “heading out of town to spend the next two nights celebrating his 23rd anniversary.” He didnâ??t even have to say it, but he did anyway, “keep an eye on the cameras, make sure there are no cowboyâ??s quick drawing on the range and last, but not least, be aware of your surroundings.” I always carried my Glock 17 in one of their belt holsters and a spare 17-round magazine on my other side.
On my left ankle concealed in an ankle rig was a Seecamp .32 loaded with regular ball ammo.
About 10:45 PM I was sweeping the floor when two guys whom I had never seen before came in, one wearing one of those long cowboy dusters and the other a dingy looking old Army jacket.
A faithful patron named Bill was the last to get ready to leave and as he was picking up his range card, he asked if I wanted him to stick around until I was ready to go (knowing that I had to drop the money that was in the cash register into the floor safe behind the counter). I told him I would be okay.
As the guys were just milling around leaning on the counters looking at the revolvers, I slowly pulled back my shirt to allow them to see my Glock hoping this may help stop something before it could start. I kept thinking what Alex had said, “Be aware of your surroundings.”
There was only one way to get behind the counter and I was closer to it than they were. Just as I was easing towards the lift up part of the counter allowing access behind the counter, the guy in the duster asked if he could use the rest room. I told him that I was locking up in 5 minutes and the local Burger King was only 5 minutes away. The other guy asked if we sold very many Mosin Nagants and I told him we had not even had one since I had been there.
About that time I could smell the strong odor of marijuana and another odor even stronger coming from both of them. I explained that it was time to lock up and it had been a long day and I was more than ready to go home. About that time the guy with the duster on, pulled out a double-barreled shotgun (the kind with double hammers, known as rabbit ears).
I dropped to my knees behind the counter and as I drew my Glock, the guyâ??s shotgun went off and by the sound of it, both barrels had fired at the same time, shattering two of the glass pistol cases. I do not think this was intentional, but was aware enough to know that he had no more ammo in the gun. I stood up and the other guy had a look of dismay on his face, like he didnâ??t understand what was going on.
As the guy in the duster fumbled to get two more shells out of his pocket he dropped both of them. I pointed my Glock at the middle of his chest and said, “Do not move or I will shoot until this magazine is empty,” and by then I had bent down to get my Seecamp out of my ankle holster, I laid the Seecamp on the counter and the other guy still had not moved. I honestly did not believe he thought his buddy was serious about the entire incident.
I had the cordless telephone on my side and called 911 and with my voice quivering, explained what had happened.
After the State Trooper came into the shop, he told me, "These guys had been on work detail yesterday 235 miles away and somehow walked away and were not missed at the headcount before returning to jail and had decided that they could pick up some quick cash by robbing the gun store.
The shotgun had been stolen earlier that morning along with the clothes they were wearing and about $33 in cash. They had tied up the woman and left her with the kitchen sink running.
Both of the men had additional felony charges filed against them and at one of their parole hearings I was there to insure that they would not have an opportunity to do this again.
Oh how these words have stayed with me over the last 20 years: “Always be aware of your surroundings.” One of the first lessons I taught my sisters, wife and daughters. With their 16th birthday each of my children were given a can of pepper spray and taught how to use it and a 5-minute lesson on how to walk to your car from the mall, library, work or other place where you should always, “be aware of your surroundingsâ?¦”
It was three years ago, I was 21 years old when it happened. I was working for a pizza restaurant at the time and I had a huge crush on my assistant manager. One night, she called me from our store, and said her truck had a flat tire and didnâ??t know how to change it. Being the chivalrous man that I am and hoping to score some major brownie points, I offered to drive up and help her out. It was well past midnight, but this particular neighborhood wasnâ??t what I considered â??bad or rough.â?? As a matter of fact, it was my neighborhood. I decided to grab my gun as it was new and I thought it was cool to carry. I really didnâ??t think it was necessary. After all, I had never had any serious confrontations with anyone. I didnâ??t make waves or get into dangerous situations. This night, on the other hand, changed my mind forever.
When I arrived, she was standing by her truck underneath a light in the parking lot. Even though company policy forbids it, I always had a firearm in my glove compartment when I delivered pizzas. In this instance, it was my Springfield 1911. I opened the glove compartment, took the pistol and holster, and tucked it in my waistband. The streets were pretty clear, and it was a cool, calm night. I spent the next few minutes trying to figure out how to release her spare tire from underneath her truck. Once I finally got it, I began loosening the lug nuts with her tire iron. I set the wrench down, and I began to jack up her truck.
We had been making good conversation until she stopped in mid sentence. She looked at me and said, “Someoneâ??s coming over.” I looked over my shoulder and saw a homeless man shuffling toward us. I stood up and asked him if I could help him with anything. He asked me if I was trying to change a tire. I said yes, he asked if I needed any help. I politely responded no as I had done this numerous times before. He said okay, turned around, and started back.
I sat back down and began to remove the tire when the man snuck up behind us and insisted that he help us. I stood up, told him it was quite alright and that I was almost finished. I pushed my friend to the other side of the truck and put my hand on my waistband. The man suddenly burst out screaming that no one wanted him, and no one wanted his help for anything anymore. He started screaming and yelling, and pacing back and forth. I was trying to calm him down. I tried to assure him that his help was appreciated, but I was nearly finished. He continued to shout incomprehensibly when he bent down and snatched the tire iron screaming, “Iâ??ll show you Iâ??m not useless!” I pulled out my 1911, pointed at him and shouted, “Drop the tire iron or Iâ??ll drop you!” He screamed and dropped the tire iron. He ran away yelling at us that we were crazy and he was only trying to help.
I waited for him to retreat behind a grocery store, and I finished changing her tire. Afterward, we went inside the closed pizza restaurant to calm down. As we were having a drink and talking about what just happened, I realized something. You never know when danger might spring up. Even if you live in a good neighborhood, stick to the well-lit areas, and try not to make waves with people, anything can happen. I was relieved that I had thought to grab my pistol before leaving that night. If I hadnâ??t, I donâ??t know how the situation would have turned out. I realized that having a firearm doesnâ??t just protect you but it can protect others like my friend. The next day, I stopped by my local shooting range and signed up for their concealed weapons class. Since then, every time I leave my house, Iâ??ll always have my firearm. If not for my protection, then for the protection of others.
About six weeks ago, I took my wife, handicapped daughter and granddaughter to a local hardware company to pick up a few things. As it was early evening it was dark when we came out. I normally park down from other cars in order not to get any dings in the truck. My wife and granddaughter were ahead of me by approximately 75 to 80 feet, as I was pushing our daughter in her wheelcar.
There was a car in the next row some 50 feet up from our truck. Just as they reached our truck a man was fixing to get into his car. He saw them and started walking toward them. As WP, LA in the 2009 June CH stated, my danger voice kicked in, as we didnâ??t have anything that we needed help with.
I normally carry two guns, one in a fanny pack and another one on my ankle, in case I get knocked down or have to bend over. I also carry an excellent knife in my back pocket.
I unzipped my fanny pack, opened the gun pouch and grabbed the gun while flipping up the safety. I didnâ??t remove it from the fanny pack.
When he got about 10 feet from my wife and granddaughter my wife looked back at me and then he saw me. My arm was up at an angle, so Iâ??m pretty sure he knew what I had, as he sort of grinned like “Iâ??m not doing anything.” He then did an about-face, went back to his car and left.
My fiancé and I had been staying at his parentsâ?? house for a few days and there had been several robberies in the neighborhood over the past few weeks. People assume they are safe when they are home and that nobody will break in if youâ??re home. Well, I found out that was not true.
On this yearâ??s Election Day my fiancé and his father went to vote, while I stayed at home with my two dogs. I was in the back of the house talking on the phone when I heard something like glass breaking. The dogs started barking like crazy so I decided to go out to see what was going on. I walked down the hallway and realized the dogs were barking at the back door.
As I turned the corner, I looked towards the back and saw two males trying to get into the house. We made eye contact.
It didnâ??t even scare them off! So my first thought was to go get the handgun. I ran to the room and got our Glock 36 and Kimber Custom II. I put the Kimber in my back pocket and loaded the Glock, and turned the corner again and pointed the gun right at them.
They saw that I had a gun and decided to jump the back fence. I called 911, but by then they were long gone. I think every woman should be trained with a gun just in case things like this happen. We go to the range almost every weekend so I was ready for them. The police told me that the robbers would have most likely tried to barge in to rape me and rob the house.
I was thinking about getting my concealed carry permit but now it is a priority. I donâ??t go anywhere without a gun at my side. You are not safe even in your own home anymore.