Oohrah
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Yep, IT SUCKS 
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Have you ever been shot at or threatened with a gun?
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sarge 14
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Shot at several times as LEO, not hit. Only car crashes banged me up in this so far...but I was accidentally shot with a 22 by my little brother back in 1968
Hypnogator
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Shot at an missed in early '73. 
My GP backup shot the Turk drug dealer that shot at me. DRT.
Happened too quickly for me to shoot back. Ducked behind the biggest, solidest looking Mercedes I could find.
My GP backup shot the Turk drug dealer that shot at me. DRT.
Happened too quickly for me to shoot back. Ducked behind the biggest, solidest looking Mercedes I could find.
reppondj
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Outside of Iraq and Afghanistan only once. Had a drunk guy pull a POS .25on me one night. He was pretty toasted and I was not, easily disarmed the guy, sad thing about it was that the security (bouncers) watched the guy and didnt bother to help out til I had the gun, LOL.
COPATCH
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Four times, three on duty. Fourth, was off duty on a NYC Subway. I saw it coming and I got mine on target out of a shoulder holster, faster than he could get his out of his pants (4" from his left eye, I was seated he was standing over me) and he dropped his. I guess my S&W 4506 was bigger than his Jennings .22 ! He got arrested and charged with the illegal gun and robbery. The "pucker factor" was definitely in effect that night !
Was just walking along downtown during early dusk on a Saturday and had a car full of "kids" (probably college aged, judging by how they were dressed) drove up to the corner I was approaching. They were eying me, so I watched them. (This happened about two blocks from my house and not 5 blocks from the PD, 2 from the courthouse and 3 from the post office).
They slowly rounded the corner after stopping at the intersection for a moment longer than they should have (stopsign was there) and the guy in the front passenger seat pulled a pistol - looked like a glock - on me.
I jumped behind a large sod/brick "tree planter" built into the sidewalk/corner, but my reaction time was likely too slow to have done me any good had they fired and hit me immediately (a 2nd or third shot would've likely missed due to me finding cover). It had not been what I was expecting in the least bit - this was in South Dakota, after all, and these kids looked like common college kids. I was expecting them to yell at me, or maybe throw something at me - just "stupid drunk" stuff.
Thankfully, no shot was fired. I didn't make it to my CCW in time, though I found it in my hands a moment later, when the vehicle was still within a block. I reacted instinctively, but with reason, and resisted the urge to shoot their damn car, instead running across the street where there was a nice little L-shaped flower potter/barricade, and called the cops from there within 10 or so seconds of the event happening. Cops showed up, did nothing; responding officer almost shot a hole in the floor of his squad car with my CCW (thank God, the safety was engaged! - and I yelled at him) Cop was well-humored about it, though. Nothing ever came of the event; they didn't find anyone despite an accurate description (make, model, color, approx year, notable body rust) of the vehicle.
There was little/no traffic (people or cars) at this area at the time, as two of the intersections in the 4-way were under construction. I was no more than 2 blocks from main street, and a block away there were a couple hundred people outdoors drinking and eating (it was a very nice summer evening).
(I should note that the guys were likely no more than a year or three younger than I was at the time.)
They slowly rounded the corner after stopping at the intersection for a moment longer than they should have (stopsign was there) and the guy in the front passenger seat pulled a pistol - looked like a glock - on me.
I jumped behind a large sod/brick "tree planter" built into the sidewalk/corner, but my reaction time was likely too slow to have done me any good had they fired and hit me immediately (a 2nd or third shot would've likely missed due to me finding cover). It had not been what I was expecting in the least bit - this was in South Dakota, after all, and these kids looked like common college kids. I was expecting them to yell at me, or maybe throw something at me - just "stupid drunk" stuff.
Thankfully, no shot was fired. I didn't make it to my CCW in time, though I found it in my hands a moment later, when the vehicle was still within a block. I reacted instinctively, but with reason, and resisted the urge to shoot their damn car, instead running across the street where there was a nice little L-shaped flower potter/barricade, and called the cops from there within 10 or so seconds of the event happening. Cops showed up, did nothing; responding officer almost shot a hole in the floor of his squad car with my CCW (thank God, the safety was engaged! - and I yelled at him) Cop was well-humored about it, though. Nothing ever came of the event; they didn't find anyone despite an accurate description (make, model, color, approx year, notable body rust) of the vehicle.
There was little/no traffic (people or cars) at this area at the time, as two of the intersections in the 4-way were under construction. I was no more than 2 blocks from main street, and a block away there were a couple hundred people outdoors drinking and eating (it was a very nice summer evening).
(I should note that the guys were likely no more than a year or three younger than I was at the time.)
woodybrighton
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twice in ireland
and once by idiots
sitting down looking at army issue pack lunch see these two kids with air rifles think nothing of it. nobody would be stupid enough to shoot at a platoon of soldiers think again
pellets start flying our direction squaddies set off in pursuit sound beating later
platoon sgt has a pair of brand new air rifles
and once by idiots
sitting down looking at army issue pack lunch
see these two kids with air rifles think nothing of it. nobody would be stupid enough to shoot at a platoon of soldiers think again pellets start flying our direction squaddies set off in pursuit sound beating later
platoon sgt has a pair of brand new air rifles
Brewha
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I've been threatened with a gun twice. In both cases it was due to my own stupidity (i.e. I was looking for a fight) and a lack of situational awareness.
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This post brings back some childhood memories. Happened twice to me. The first time a 38 cal. hit the door frame a few inches from my head and sprayed some splinters across my head. I was about 7 at the time. Second go round about ten years later, 25 caliber, some I just heard the whiz around me some I heard hitting the leaves in a tree next to me. Both times it was dear old Mom, with a belly full of scotch and an axe to grind with my Dad who was nearby. When drunk this was the craziest person I've yet to see.
IME
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Yes. The first time, I was eighteen and on a double date sitting in the rear passenger side of the car. We were confronted by maniacal Hispanic man who felt that my friend had cut him off. He was outside the car, waving the gun in my face, screaming how he was going to kill someone because we tried to kill him. Meanwhile, I'm yelling to my friend to ignore the red light he had stopped for and get the hell out of there. As my friend finally began driving away, the maniac shot and blew out the rear tire under me.
The second time, I was walking by a lake in the southern part of Dade County, Florida. There were tall reeds at the water's edge so I suppose I was hidden to the shooter. I heard pops and then hissing noises as the bullets passed through the reeds near me. I screamed out "stop shooting" and I heard someone say "oh sh*t." By the time I got out of the reeds, the idiot or idiots were gone.
The third time probably doesn't count, I was trying to cock a BB pistol and placed it against my leg to brace it. You guessed it, it fired at point blank range into my thigh. Fortunately, I had on very heavy pants so the BB didn't go too far into my leg. I was twelve and I immediately lost my gun privileges -- and for good reason. It was a lesson in gun stupidity that I will never forget.
The second time, I was walking by a lake in the southern part of Dade County, Florida. There were tall reeds at the water's edge so I suppose I was hidden to the shooter. I heard pops and then hissing noises as the bullets passed through the reeds near me. I screamed out "stop shooting" and I heard someone say "oh sh*t." By the time I got out of the reeds, the idiot or idiots were gone.
The third time probably doesn't count, I was trying to cock a BB pistol and placed it against my leg to brace it. You guessed it, it fired at point blank range into my thigh. Fortunately, I had on very heavy pants so the BB didn't go too far into my leg. I was twelve and I immediately lost my gun privileges -- and for good reason. It was a lesson in gun stupidity that I will never forget.
I was told by a fellow off road motorcycle riding buddy that I was shot at by a guy on his front porch with a shotgun. I did not feel anything but I heard some pops. My cycle was noisy and the wind noise with an open face helmet blocked other sounds so I can not be 100% sure. I did not look back. It happened when I was riding in an open area and ended up on a desert road that ran by this guys rat hole of a house out in Sandy Valley, CA.
Like I said, I did not see it or feel it, but he still says he saw the guy shooting at me and I tend to beleive him since I had never seen him ride so fast to get out of that area and is an honest guy. He was ahead of me and stopped waiting for me to catch up when he said he saw they guy come out yelling and firing.
I figure he had blanks or was just shooting up in the air. Who really knows. I can't imagine he would really shoot AT me just for riding by his property. I am not usually to worried about bad guys when I ride because I am very mobile when riding and I can always ride off-trail to get away. No 4-wheeled vehicel can keep up with me.
Like I said, I did not see it or feel it, but he still says he saw the guy shooting at me and I tend to beleive him since I had never seen him ride so fast to get out of that area and is an honest guy. He was ahead of me and stopped waiting for me to catch up when he said he saw they guy come out yelling and firing.
I figure he had blanks or was just shooting up in the air. Who really knows. I can't imagine he would really shoot AT me just for riding by his property. I am not usually to worried about bad guys when I ride because I am very mobile when riding and I can always ride off-trail to get away. No 4-wheeled vehicel can keep up with me.
doc540
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LEO pointed a gun at my head sometime around 1974 or '75. I was seated in the passenger seat of a van in the parking lot of Lindberg Field, San Diego.
His partner was pretty cool, but this guy had twisted off badly and was shouting while pointing his gun at me.
I never moved or even turned my head back to make eye contact with him after I saw him approaching with his gun drawn.
It was a very strange situation overall since I had a severe concussion and was trying to get to a hospital after flying back from L.A. on PSA's last flight of the night on a Saturday.
A gang at the L.A. Coliseum had beaten me senseless a few hours earlier and the "quality of care" I'd gotten at MLK hospital (ambulance receipt shows "Adams" hospital?) in Watts was....uhhhh...less than stellar. But that's another story.
The San Diego airport LEO's (Harbor Patrol?) accused us of trying to steal the wheelchair we'd used to get to our van. We were making an exit and circle back to save the time and effort of rolling it all the way back to the terminal.
After screaming his opinion of me and his general lack of concern for my condition and threatening to blow my (***expletive***) head off, the guy calmed down and called PSA security who declined to press charges.
They unloaded the wheelchair from the van, and released us to make our way to Scripps hospital in Clairmont Mesa where I spent a day or two.
At the time I was in such pain and in such a mental state I really didn't care if he shot me or not, but, I guess, was alert enough not to challenge him or move quickly.
I never held it against LEO's or carried any anger or grudge since one of my best friends was a San Diego County SD officer at the time.
That's my little contribution to this thread.
His partner was pretty cool, but this guy had twisted off badly and was shouting while pointing his gun at me.
I never moved or even turned my head back to make eye contact with him after I saw him approaching with his gun drawn.
It was a very strange situation overall since I had a severe concussion and was trying to get to a hospital after flying back from L.A. on PSA's last flight of the night on a Saturday.
A gang at the L.A. Coliseum had beaten me senseless a few hours earlier and the "quality of care" I'd gotten at MLK hospital (ambulance receipt shows "Adams" hospital?) in Watts was....uhhhh...less than stellar. But that's another story.
The San Diego airport LEO's (Harbor Patrol?) accused us of trying to steal the wheelchair we'd used to get to our van. We were making an exit and circle back to save the time and effort of rolling it all the way back to the terminal.
After screaming his opinion of me and his general lack of concern for my condition and threatening to blow my (***expletive***) head off, the guy calmed down and called PSA security who declined to press charges.
They unloaded the wheelchair from the van, and released us to make our way to Scripps hospital in Clairmont Mesa where I spent a day or two.
At the time I was in such pain and in such a mental state I really didn't care if he shot me or not, but, I guess, was alert enough not to challenge him or move quickly.
I never held it against LEO's or carried any anger or grudge since one of my best friends was a San Diego County SD officer at the time.
That's my little contribution to this thread.
CT
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I have a small forest behind my house that attracts the neighbourhood morons most of the time. One time a few years back my parents had gone out to dinner, and someone or some people, single person or more I do not know, found it funny to start taking shots every once in a while at us (my siblings at I)...the unfortunate part was we found out what they were up to while out in the same forest, trying to walk the dog.
That made for some fun duck and cover. Seeing as there were a few holes appearing in the back of the house, we thought at least to get away from the back of it and kill the lights. No cops were called on account of A) it being impossible for them to get back there to catch anyone and B) My mom pissed off is about as scary as a XXXXXXX with a gun.
That made for some fun duck and cover. Seeing as there were a few holes appearing in the back of the house, we thought at least to get away from the back of it and kill the lights. No cops were called on account of A) it being impossible for them to get back there to catch anyone and B) My mom pissed off is about as scary as a XXXXXXX with a gun.
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geronimotwo
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i was walking in an apartment complex, when i saw a man about 25-30 yards away pointing a handgun at me. he was aiming down a narrow gap in the buildings about twenty feet across, so i just kept going to my apartment, and called the police.
that gave me butterflies, but this next one i felt myself go white straight to the bone. my girlfriend and i were driving in a large parking lot where a lot of college age party types would go (this was near tempe az out by the salt river where everyone would go to tube the river, and get drunk.). an average male yelled something to my girl out of his pickup window, that i took exception to. after the obligatory birds where exchanged i decided to approach his truck on foot to "reason" with him. i was about 5 ft away when the muzzle of a stainless 12ga peeked above the drivers door...........
the third time was probably the most likely for someone to get hurt, and yet it didn't affect me the same. my freind was the manager/security person at the same complex as above. he had a call for a domestic disturbance, and after calling the police he asked me to accompany him down to the apartment in question. when we entered we found a very drunk man with a drawn compound bow and broadhead arrow yelling at his wife. i entered behind my friend, and just remained at the ready (.357 drawn, but hidden behind my side to not escalate the situation)while he talked the guy down.
the last one was the only encounter where i was armed, perhaps that was why my nerves didn't kick in. or maybe it was the duty i felt to "back my friend up" i don't know.
that gave me butterflies, but this next one i felt myself go white straight to the bone. my girlfriend and i were driving in a large parking lot where a lot of college age party types would go (this was near tempe az out by the salt river where everyone would go to tube the river, and get drunk.). an average male yelled something to my girl out of his pickup window, that i took exception to. after the obligatory birds where exchanged i decided to approach his truck on foot to "reason" with him. i was about 5 ft away when the muzzle of a stainless 12ga peeked above the drivers door...........
the third time was probably the most likely for someone to get hurt, and yet it didn't affect me the same. my freind was the manager/security person at the same complex as above. he had a call for a domestic disturbance, and after calling the police he asked me to accompany him down to the apartment in question. when we entered we found a very drunk man with a drawn compound bow and broadhead arrow yelling at his wife. i entered behind my friend, and just remained at the ready (.357 drawn, but hidden behind my side to not escalate the situation)while he talked the guy down.
the last one was the only encounter where i was armed, perhaps that was why my nerves didn't kick in. or maybe it was the duty i felt to "back my friend up" i don't know.
wgungho
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I'm a retired builder. A few years back, I pulled up to one of my houses with a load of lumber for the framers. A car with five guys pulled up beside me, and the driver began shouting at me. I walked around the truck and approached the car. At about ten feet away the driver brandished a short barrelled revolver. Like a total idiot, but obeying my Parris Island DI, I "ran to the sound of the guns." As he brought the pistol to bear, I was climbing in the car window. I'm 6'2" and 240 pounds. I got my fingers between the hammer and pin and broke his wrist. I gained possession of the pistol, and the whole framing crew surrounded the car. A call to the sheriff brought a couple of deputies. The owner of the pistol was a paroled felon. He went back inside, and is still there to my knowledge. I don't suggest this behavior. In the service I was shot several times on different occasions while doing basically the same thing, though none of the wounds were to my back.
My real mom who I grew up thinking was my sister once accidentally shot at me she didnt know the pistol was loaded and we got into a big arguement over something and she was sitting in a chair she reached down and pulled her husbands 357 snub from the chair pocket and in pointing it at me discharged the weapon into the wall just inches from my head scared the daylights out of both her and me but I let on like it was nothing glared at her and told her flat out if she ever pulled a gun on me again she'd better kill me I never let her live it down id always ask her when she'd get mad at me what are you going to shoot me again
rdrancher
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Shot at, but no damage.
1980 - Morning run in the hills above Northridge, Ca. Heard a shotgun fire and got peppered with pellets but not injured. Shooter was on a hill above me, flipped me off and took off running. I got LAPD involved, but they never found the guy.
1981 - Delivering concrete to a jobsite in the hills above Sylmar, Ca. My Peterbilt cab's cowl was struck by a .22, but at enough of an angle to not penetrate. I found the bullet the next day under the hood when checking the oil.
1982 - Standing around with some guys talking shop on a construction site in the San Fernando Valley. One guy pulls out an old .25acp he just picked up for cheap and AD's one right past my ear. I removed the gun from his possession and buried it in a concrete footing the next day.
1995 - Working as a concrete/masonry contractor on a block wall in Castaic, Ca. A Park Patrolman slides his car up to our jobsite in full Starsky n Hutch style and jumps out, weapon drawn and pointing at me, yelling something about a liquor store robbery. My guys scatter like cockroaches (yes it was funny later.) I, of course, stand there trying to look innocent, which I was. His cohort crime buster drives up and tells him to holster his weapon, briefly apologizes for his pal and they speed off. I filled out an official complaint with his superior, but never followed up to see what became of it.
Notice that all of the incidents occurred in California where I couldn't carry legally (but did anyway.) Oh the shame...
Now that I've moved to Texas the only gunshots I hear are mine, my neighbor's, and the FFL/gunsmith down the road. All three of us have our own ranges.
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1980 - Morning run in the hills above Northridge, Ca. Heard a shotgun fire and got peppered with pellets but not injured. Shooter was on a hill above me, flipped me off and took off running. I got LAPD involved, but they never found the guy.
1981 - Delivering concrete to a jobsite in the hills above Sylmar, Ca. My Peterbilt cab's cowl was struck by a .22, but at enough of an angle to not penetrate. I found the bullet the next day under the hood when checking the oil.
1982 - Standing around with some guys talking shop on a construction site in the San Fernando Valley. One guy pulls out an old .25acp he just picked up for cheap and AD's one right past my ear. I removed the gun from his possession and buried it in a concrete footing the next day.
1995 - Working as a concrete/masonry contractor on a block wall in Castaic, Ca. A Park Patrolman slides his car up to our jobsite in full Starsky n Hutch style and jumps out, weapon drawn and pointing at me, yelling something about a liquor store robbery. My guys scatter like cockroaches (yes it was funny later.) I, of course, stand there trying to look innocent, which I was. His cohort crime buster drives up and tells him to holster his weapon, briefly apologizes for his pal and they speed off. I filled out an official complaint with his superior, but never followed up to see what became of it.
Notice that all of the incidents occurred in California where I couldn't carry legally (but did anyway.) Oh the shame...
Now that I've moved to Texas the only gunshots I hear are mine, my neighbor's, and the FFL/gunsmith down the road. All three of us have our own ranges.
rd
In college there was a party in our dorm thrown by some students who had "friends" from outside the college, and were a bad crowd. Outside the dorm there was a car full of them, and they yelled and waved a pistol or something out the window as I walked by on the street. At the time I was so surprised I didn't do anything at all. I should have at least called the campus or city police.
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I've never been singled out as a target, but I've been on the middle of a lot of shooting on a few incidents. The last time was Halloween of '01, shootout between some car thiefs and some undercovers. I just happenned to be there as were many other people going to one of theose mega-haunted houses, so I hit the dirt behind a pick up truck and waited for the shooting to stop. I endedup getting into the haunted house but it was a little anti-climactic.
Me and my buddy I was with did get our pictures on page one of the "local" section of the Kansas City Star the next day. It was our first year of law school, and we were described as "concerned citicens await release after shoot out with police" or somesuch language. One officer was shot in the calf. It sucked, as one of the perps got away, but he's likely in jail or prison somewhere else on "other charges" anyway.
Me and my buddy I was with did get our pictures on page one of the "local" section of the Kansas City Star the next day. It was our first year of law school, and we were described as "concerned citicens await release after shoot out with police" or somesuch language. One officer was shot in the calf. It sucked, as one of the perps got away, but he's likely in jail or prison somewhere else on "other charges" anyway.
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Shot at
MANY times.
MANY times.
rainbowbob
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I moved to Hollywood with a group of friends in 1969. We were temporarily staying in a rooming house above the Strip and I had been entrusted with the group's cash stash (a few hundred bucks - a lot of money in those days!).
On my first day in town I decided to stroll down to the local super market. A couple of blocks below Hollywood blvd I was waiting for the light to change and a car pulled up. The passenger in the front mumbled something I didn't pay any attention to as I started across the street. Then a guy in the back reached out the window and said "Does this mean anything to you?"
Looking down the barrel is a strange experience - but for some reason, I don't remember being scared. I just remember thinking, almost matter-of-factly, "Oh - guess I better get out my wallet and give him what I've got." Fortunately, I'd had the good sense to leave the cash stash under the mattress. They got $3 for their trouble, and I just kept walking. Welcome to Hollywood!
On my first day in town I decided to stroll down to the local super market. A couple of blocks below Hollywood blvd I was waiting for the light to change and a car pulled up. The passenger in the front mumbled something I didn't pay any attention to as I started across the street. Then a guy in the back reached out the window and said "Does this mean anything to you?"
Looking down the barrel is a strange experience - but for some reason, I don't remember being scared. I just remember thinking, almost matter-of-factly, "Oh - guess I better get out my wallet and give him what I've got." Fortunately, I'd had the good sense to leave the cash stash under the mattress. They got $3 for their trouble, and I just kept walking. Welcome to Hollywood!
Held up by five guys while out rock climbing with friends. We were in our late teens, climbing in a fairly remote area. Came round a corner in the path back to our van and walked right into an ambush. Pointed the guns at us, but didn't fire.
CoRoMo
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You didn't include the option that...
I've been shot, but not wounded.
My cousin was shooting at a can with his BB gun. A BB hit me in the eye, but all was okay. No harm once I stopped crying.
You didn't stipulate the type of projectile weapon (i.e. firearm, air-rifle).
I've been shot, but not wounded.
My cousin was shooting at a can with his BB gun. A BB hit me in the eye, but all was okay. No harm once I stopped crying.
You didn't stipulate the type of projectile weapon (i.e. firearm, air-rifle).
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