Re: If guns were banned....
Why do you all need arms? Who are you so afraid of you would take life?
Incident 1: early 2000s. I began carrying a gun due to a local snake and feral dog problem. At the time, the city was spending all of its money on road repairs and killing bugs, and just didn’t seem to have a few dollars left to pay animal control to round up the infestation of prairie rattlesnakes and bullsnakes. Smaller towns were also visited by small packs of feral dogs. My first gun was a snub noes revolver which I typically loaded with snake shot. I remodeled kitchens and bathrooms at the time, often out in these small towns and remote locations where the snakes and dogs were a bigger problem.
Incident 2: on or about 2005-6. I was doing household chores during one evening while the wife was at her job. My 4 y/o son was asleep in his bed in his upstairs bedroom. While putting my son’s laundry away, a teen appeared at my son’s bedroom window
(remember, second story), and began frantically trying to open it. My son was asleep directly under the window. I stepped over to the window, pulled out my revolver, pointed it at the teen and said “
wrong house”. The look on his face was priceless. The teen scrambled down and ran across the yard only to be tackled by police seconds later. Since I had not called the police I was curious as to what was going on. Apparently this teen was just involved in a gang beating-death just a few houses away and was running from the police when he tried to brake into my son’s window.
Incident 3: late 2012. I pulled out of a car wash onto a somewhat busy main road. A white car behind me immediately honked. I guess they thought I had just cut them off. If I did it wasn't intentional. Anyway as I drive down the road they begin tailgating me. I let off the gas and my car starts slowing down. Usually this works with tailgaters. Not this time. We got up to a red light, cars on all sides of me. I locked my door, unholstered my Colt and set it on my lap
(this is illegal in states where you cannot OC) When traffic came to a stop, the passenger of the white car tailgating me
(an early to mid 20s white male with a thick jacket and turned DC cap) got out and approached my driver door. I waved my hand and then pat the Colt sitting on my lap. He immediately jogged back to his car and they went a different direction with the green light.
Incident 4: late 2013. My brother forgot his phone and I was driving to his work to give it to him. It was near zero degrees outside, lots of snow and ice, maybe a dozen cars on the road. I notice a car waiving through traffic like Mario-Cart and approaching fast. I was traveling next to another car. Everyone but this one car was doing @35 in this 55 zone due to weather. This car got right behind me and tailgated me all the way to my brother's work. When I got there, the guy stopped back a ways. I turned on my phone's voice recorder and lifted my Carheart jacket over the handle of my Colt
(Carheart lengths are short and this is pretty easy to do accidentally, too). The guy got out of his car and started sharing some creative adjectives Something along the lines of "...
you cut me off you little ****....you know what you did....*F-bomb here & there*. Pretending get something from the driver seat, I turned my gun side to him. He took obvious note of the gun, stopped for a moment, then walked backwards to his care sharing a few more colorful adjectives, and left.
Incident 5: Mid 2014. I was driving cross-country and taking a nap at a rest stop. Around 2am a man came knocking on my car, obviously drunk, “asking” for money in that I-want-to-seem-nice-but-I’m-not-leaving-until-I-get-what-I-want style typical of drunks. At first I pretended to be asleep. He kept knocking. So I cracked the window and asked him to leave me alone. He kept talking. I listened to his shpeel about how his car was broke etc etc, then told him I don’t travel with cash, only my debt card, so I couldn’t help him. He persisted “
oh come on I know you have something in there…” I turned on my commanding tone and ordered him to leave. He got pissed, hit the roof of my car and shared a few colorful adjectives. I turned on my dome light so he could see me clearly; I unholstered my Sig and set it on my lap. He took note. I looked him in the eye and said “
leave”. He said “well **** man…” and, still talking, walked out of sight
(many cars there, I couldn’t see him). I started the car and went to the next rest stop to finish my nap.