Ever had to pull your weapon?

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MichaelJ07

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Been wanting to post this here for some time. Our CPL paperwork is in "other hands" now and hopefully we will hear something by late December or early January. But, for my son and me, the training continues.

So, have you ever had to pull your weapon in a situation?

Thanks.
Michael
 
Tried several attempts to find that thread. I thought I read it before somewhere here, but failed miserably to find it. I remember it being a great read. Heck, I go on so many different gun forums that I can't see the bullets for the guns!

If someone could (in their VERY VERY spare time) dig up that thread, this almost new CPL holder would certainly appreciate it.

Michael
 
I was driving home and blew a hose in my truck so I pulled off in downtown Richmond Va(see book "BLACK HAWK DOWN"). I lifted the hood was checking things out and noticed a "less than savory individual" kept peeking around the corner of the store I stoped at. I went back to my cab and put my highpower in my waistband and covered it with my shirt and continued to make a repair when some how I missed this guy walk around behind me then I heard the words "Hey BOY give me some money"
I steped down off my bumper turned around and said What? this guy repeated himself and went in is baggy pants pocket rather quickly So I pulled on him(right wrong or indiffrent) I told him to take his hand out of his pocket and get lost and as soon as he went around the corner I started my truck and hauld down the road to a diffrent location to finish fixing the hose. I was as cool as a cucumber until I stoped again then I got super nervous for about 10 minutes or so. This was the reason I got a ccw I use to think they were silly and for the "cowboy" types I supported having one just never thought I would ever need one.
 
Nope never "pulled" my weapon, in fact I no longer carry.
Where I live now I don't feel it is needed. 20 or so years ago I lived where it was with me 95% of the time and there were times it felt real good to know my fingers were wrapped around it, but it was never pulled or did anyone ever know I had one with me.
Where I used to live I had the attitude of a animal of prey, I was extremely alert to my surroundings and wanted to know who, what was around me at all times, in the car or on foot. Now I live in another part of the country, small town rural America in peaceful bliss. I can carry here at nearly all times if I want, I just choose not to.
 
I hope the only time I ever do is at the RO's command.

In case you haven't already seen it be sure to read this story.
 
Once. 'Twas a .22 cal Ruger Single-Six loaded with magnums that rested peacefully behind a typewriter on my desk. One of my roommates was a partyer and didn't really know about the gun (he knew I owned several but not that I had one at the ready at all times) and since there were no kids around I figured, why not keep it handy in case I need it?
One day, one of the good ol' roommate's buddies, a meth-head whose temper was only bested by his body odor stopped in and was hassling me because I wouldn't loan him my laptop for "homework." (He'd never graduated, and as far as I knew, wasn't going back for his GED) After I refused he began shouting obscenities and calling be "boy" (God, I hate it when "tough guys" say crap like that) and the next thing I knew, he'd produced a knife (I use the term very loosely) with a blade about as long as my forearm (elbow to wrist) and was waving it about while shouting. I shoved the typewriter aside (not onto the floor, heavens no, that thing has too much sentimental value) and grabbed the gun. I'd subconsciously half-cocked it as I was bringing it up, and aimed right between the eyes. I generally don't like the thought of pointing a loaded gun at another person but this guy... well, he was a nut, and armed.
 
Once at the pool hall my dad used to run. I'd thrown a couple of people out, and as was the standard, stayed outside to make sure they didn't damage cars or anything. As I'm circling the building, one of them shouts at me while the other is charging toward me. As fast as I could, pulled the 1911 out of the holster, still aiming toward the ground. As soon as he sees it, starts getting really apologetic, both run off.

It ended well.
 
Maybe 3-4 years ago.

I was filling the tank at a gas station. I saw a thin guy in an oversized army-type jacket standing several pumps away, not near a car (not pumping gas), staring at me.

I turned my body weak hand side toward him, looked directly at him - maybe 25-35 feet away. My strong hand was in my coat pocket on whatever I was carrying - I think a snubby, but can't remember which one.

He stared for maybe 10 more seconds (very long seconds) and then turned and walked the other direction.

I have no idea if he was really a threat or not. That's as close as I've come.
 
in september I was on my way to go camping. and had the gun in my trunk, unloaded.

We hit the road at about 4 am. and made a stop at the local store. my gf went inside to get some stuff with my friend. I stayed in the truck. There was a homeless man that approached me asking for money. I told him no while unsheathing my Kabar(hidden from view). As he left ot go inside I kept an eye on him while going to the tailgate to load it. I can see him inside pacing about and then he comes back to "sell me" something . With my hands hidden from view by the rear window. I tell him "no" again. As this is happening. A lady pulls up next to me. And he goes to her.

He sort of positions himself to trap her at her car while trying to sell her the same crap. She says no, he persists, she looks very uneasy, perhaps she thinks Im up to no good as well as I have my hands hidden behind a tinted window in the back of a truck with some nut, at 4 in the morning.

I politely step in and say "the lady doesn't want anything" now with my loaded M&P behind my back.

He turns to me "WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY"

Me-"I think its better that you just leave"

He steps towards me with the puffed chest while saying "YOU WANT SOM"

I drew and said "I want you to leave"

he replied "I don't want no trouble"

"Leave" and he turns and flees looking back a few times.

The lady thanks me.

I tell her he gave me a bad feeling and I had my gf and friend in the store, and if she wanted me to wait for her to get back before I left. She said she'd only be a few minutes. I said "take your time"
 
Not pulled, but pointed. Ruger Security Six was on the table, drunk kid bumbled into the wrong apartment at 11 O'clock. Took about three steps before he realized the situation, at which point his eyes nearly eclipsed his forehead. He managed to mutter "$h*t" as he tripped over his own feet exiting.

Now I live in another part of the country, small town rural America in peaceful bliss. I can carry here at nearly all times if I want, I just choose not to.
Yesterday 09:22 PM

Your life, your choice. I carry 24/7 everywhere. My father was murdered in a Montana town that didn't even show on the map.
 
Yes. It was a dog and the owner called him in time.

I had a similar incident many years ago. I was walking my dog when we were set upon by an aggressive dog I did not know. It was late at night, a few blocks down the street from our old home in the city. This strange dog was barking, growling, snarling, and advancing on us. My dog, abused before we got her, was cowering behind me. I was yelling at the strange dog to go home.

All of a sudden, on a darkened porch across the street, someone started egging the other dog on. There were at least three or four people over there (I counted glowing cigarette butts) laughing and drinking (I could hear the bottles clinking too). They were yelling,

"Get em boy, get em!"

I pulled my Ruger P89 out of my pocket and racked a round into the chamber, pointing it at the dog. Instant silence over on the porch. Then, after a few seconds I heard,

"Come on boy, don't bother that man, come on home now."

I gave the porch a long hard look, put the gun away, and walked away. I never had any trouble on that corner again, although I made it a point to avoid it while walking the dog.

Now that I have told this story, I can just see someone showing up to tell me how lucky I was that someone on the porch didn't pull their gun and shoot me, and call the cops, and take my guns, and my permit, and my wife, and my children, and all that I will ever have! :eek::eek::eek::eek:

But you know what? I would do it again if I had to. :neener:
 
A number of times:

The first time was in 1967 just before joining the AF, I was going from North Alabama to Lebanon, Tenn and stopped at a White Alice hamburger joint outside of Murfreesboro, Tenn. After the waitress brought my order to the car she stood around and we talked for a few minutes and then she walked away. While I was finishing my meal three guys walk up and tell me to get out of the car. I ask what they wanted and one of them said that the waitress was his girlfriend and that they were going to kick my a$$. Will I had a Colt Scout 22LR under the seat so I just layed the barrel on the window seal and cocked the hammer and asked who was going to kick whose a$$. You never saw three pucks leave a parking lot so fast in your life. What makes this even funner was that the Colt wasn't even loaded!:D

Another time was after I returned for SEA and was working on my degree. The Univ. was conducting courses downtown in a hotel in a seeder part of the city. I can out of class one night and was getting into my truck when this bum walked up while I was standing between the open truck door and the door jam (a very dangerous position to be standing in), put his hand on the door and asked for money. When I told him I didn't have any money for him he tensed up like he was going to push the door shut on me. At that time I pulled the 38 Detective Special that I had on my hip and told him that if he didn't take his hands off my truck and move on the EMT wound have to pick him up off the sidewalk. About that time a State Trooper friend of mine, that was in the class with me, walked up and intervened ending the situation.
 
Only once:
I was CCing my .45 through the woods and drew down on a deer who was threatening me with it's succulent flesh..
 
Came close one.
Loading groceries with my wife on a publix parking lot one night. Two shady guys start heading in our direction, staring us down. We move behind the cart and car, they are about 15 - 20 feet away. I put my hand on my IWB gun at 5 o'clock. I don't think they saw it. They stand there. Look at us. Look inside the car. One guys says "what's up". I say nothing. Just looking at them. They look at us. 5 seconds later they just walk away. I don't know what that was all about. Fishing I think.
 
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