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Have you ever been shot at or threatened with a gun?

Have you ever been shot at or threatened with a gun?


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About this time 10 years ago, I had a guy threaten me with a gun in the Mission Hill projects in Roxbury, Massachusettes. Told me if he ever saw me in his projects again, he'd kill me. I think he was drunk or under some other influence, because I saw him several times after that, and he never did shoot me.
 
Ahh yep shot at a couple times, not counting on duty, threatened once. Saved my self with quick wit, surefire flashlight and the ability to run like hell.:)
Jim
 
Ah I confronted a good for nothing guy who messed around with my girl in a sheetz parking lot and had a 20 gauge pulled on me I was in a bad mood and told him to use it or get it shoved where the sun didn't shine he eventually backed down and listened to my verbal thrashing then left.
 
had a 20 gauge pulled on me I was in a bad mood and told him to use it or get it shoved where the sun didn't shine

I don't like bettin' with that high of stakes, myself.

Answer to the question; Yes.
 
Had a gun in my face for 15 minutes or so one christmas eve, home invasion robbery at a friends place. Everbody else down on the ground, I got picked to go get the loot (a bottle of booze and about 200 bucks).

Developed a deep interest in firearms just after that, if I recall :)
 
Crossing an old railroad right-of-way in my car I heard the distict sound of bullets cracking over my head I look quickly and see some "kids" with a .22 firing down the right-of-way in my general direction. The longest mili-seconds of my life!!!

As for guns being pointed at me..... I'm a photographer and I USED to do PR photos for gangbanger-turned-want-to-be-rap groups :what: :D .

kjeff50cal
 
Quote herself:
Would it have done any good in those situations? It's debatable. Being alert and thinking ahead would have done a lot more good.

Sometimes the fact of being armed makes us be alert and think ahead
about our safety situation. Stay armed, stay alert.
 
Me and the wife go hiking alot in the summer time in the woods behind our house. There are miles and miles of old railway/mines and a new hiking trail\water-shed fishing area. All posted "No Hunting" on every 3rd tree it seems since the area gets re-posted every year due to people tearing down the signs. Now over the years people built a small gun range about a mile back off the tracks and I've done some plinking over the years there and ran into some nice folks there as well. One day me and the wife were walking back home along the tracks when a shot rang out. I didn't think much of it until a second shot hit the dirt about 20-25yrds in front of us. We took cover behind a large stump and some fallen trees and I yelled "Hello! Check your fire!!!" or something similar. Another shot hit the dirt nearby. I heard someone yell something about scaring away the deer on their turf, and another shot was fired. My wife saw movement off the tracks way back in the treeline after the last shot and from best I could tell it was 3 younger guys with a rifle. They were dressed in camo and I had totally missed them since they were hiding in the brush, I assume waiting for a deer. They started walking towards us slowly and the idiot with the rifle raised it in our direction yet again. I had enough of the crap and let off 3rnds from my Glock 17 before idiot could fire again. They took off across a small creek that was behind them and up onto the hillside behind it. I never knew who they were and haven't seen them there before or since. We walked out and called the local Police and reported what happened, turns out some folks fishing in the area had a similar experience with being shot at but never saw the shooter(s).
 
in "gun control utopia" NYC

twice had thugs with crappy old revolvers pointed in my face, their fingers on the trigger.
 
Pheasant hunting . . . . a bunch of drunken idiots were behind a windbreak (unknown to us) and a bird flushed between us. They weren't actually shooting to hit me, but you could hear the shot (pellets) as they whizzed by. One of my buddies actually caught a pellet in the arm.

Not something I would ever want to repeat.

When I was a little kid I worked at a skeet shooting range and had people shoot the back of the bunker I was working in . .that happened at least once a day on a busy day.
 
Accidentally at the range...already posted. Also was assaulted once.

1) I was hit by several shotgun pellets. Broken skin but no doctor needed.

2) I have also been assaulted by a pistol once, by an off-duty police officer. It happened when I was 16 (1976). The cop was about 43, married and had 3 children. He was DATING a 17-year-old GIRL, and thought I was hitting on her. Yeeeeeah!! Freak!!!!!!! Fortunately my brother-in-law (more like a brother) was also a police officer who worked at the same county sheriff department. That never happened again.

Doc2005
 
Never shot at, that I know of

I've never been shot or had a gun pulled on me. I have seen a cop so mad at me that I thought he was going to pull their piece on me or at least smack me around, but just one cop. He was having a bad day and he got to take it all out on me verbally. I was a "menace to society" for 15mph over the speed limit. The car was red, I guess I had it coming.

As a convenience store employee in college I did have a guy's revolver fall out of his inner jacket pocket onto the counter. I put my finger on the no sale button for the cash register and readied to hand over the till. He picked up his piece, said sorry and scrammed quickly....then I started breathing again and regained color in my skin. I did not call the police.

The guy was back in the store a month or so later and recalled the incident with me. He confirmed my big eyes and pale complexion with me and said, "There's a lot of weirdos around here, you can't be too careful." I said, no kidding and transferred across town to a better locale.

jeepmor
 
Yes I have.

I'm a computer programmer. One night I was working late after hours at the office. Suddenly I had a bunch of guys yelling at me from behind. Screaming at me! I turned around (swiveled my office chair).

There were a bunch of cops with guns drawn and highly amped up. They were so amped up they were almost shaking. Their guns were drawn. I couldn't help shaking myself (literally and uncontrollably like a shiver).

They scared the hell out of me.

It turned out the lawyer who had the adjoining office next door had left his door unlocked, ajar, and left for the day about 2 hours before.

That stupid crackhead lawyer was disbarred a couple years later for cocaine use, but that's another story. The cops also arrested him years later and he was convicted for cocain charges. I'll bet the cops and prosecutor enjoyed that (the crack head had been an extra sleazy defense attorney)​

It was now 7 PM, dark, and the coppers thought someone had broken in. Since I was the only person in the building, guess what? I was the prime suspect.

They never actually pointed their guns at me. They just had them drawn, at the ready, and were screaming at me to "turn around", "don't move", etc. Scared me as bad as I've ever been scared in my life. The kind of fear when you think you're either going to die or get the !@@##$% kicked out of you.

I concentrated on not moving AT ALL and trying to listen to their instructions. It is VERY difficult not to move when you are that stressed. It is VERY difficult to follow instructions or even hear coherantly or understand when that stressed. It was like a life and death Simon Says. Every urge wanted me to MOVE away, but I tried to NOT MOVE. Honestly, I wonder if they wouldn't get better compliance if they didn't yell so much. My only instinctive urge was to move back and I had to fight that urge to avoid getting shot or beat up!

After they and I calmed down a bit (i.e. - after I managed to stay stock still for what seems like an hour, but was probably a minute), they asked to see my driver's license. Since my last name was N.Y.B. and the name of my office was N.Y.B., everything was then cool with them. It took me a lot longer to calm down. I wasn't angry. I was just really rattled. My shaking stopped within 2 minutes. The pounding heartbeat within 5. I was queesy for at least 20 minutes.

Did it change my outlook? Heck ya. After that, I always close and lock my office door behind me now so NO ONE can sneak up on me. I always sit in the corner in restaurants so I can see everyone and NO ONE can sneak up on me. At the movies, I like to sit at the back in the corner so NO ONE can sneak up on me.

Some of this healthy paranoia also results from having been assaulted from behind in the past from someone who did sneak up on me. The cops incident heightened my efforts to make sure NO ONE can sneak up behind me. I always check and recheck my 6 when alone (if I'm not with my back to a corner). I NEVER assume a door is locked (I personally check it). Also, I keep my house door locked when I'm home. This very good practice would have prevented a violent home intruder years ago, if I had been so careful then.

If anyone really intends to do you harm or arrest you, they'll likely come at you from behind, if they're smart and can come from behind. You won't let them sneak up on you, if you're smart and careful. Just turning to face an attacker can sometimes have stopping power. Watch your six. Check your six. If you feel uneasy, TURN AROUND FAST. Better yet, jump forward away from your 6 while turning around fast.

Bill Gates said, "Only the paranoid survive". He meant in the computer business and he's right. However, this applies to the rest of life too. Always be aware of what's going on behind you. The best way is keep your back to a corner when possible.

Threats that come at you from the front might just want to argue verbally, or challenge your courage to humiliate you, but not physically attack you. If they really do want a physical fight, their frontal approach MIGHT indicate they have a sense of honor about a fair fight, which MIGHT indicate they're less dangerous.

On the other hand, a serious threat might come from the front if you've made it impossible for them to come from behind. Also, serious threats can be from stupid people who might come from the front because they're stupid. Prisons are full of violent, stupid people. So you really can't assume anything.

I repeat, you can't assume anything. You must stay alert and try to secure your six when you can (by sitting in a corner or keeping back to wall). When you can't secure your six, check it often. Threats will notice you check it and this might even discourage a threat who's not overly determined (like some muggers).

That said, the most dangerous threats come from behind, if you give them the opportunity. The unscrupulous and the smart threats come from behind whenever they can.

Those are my opinions based on my experiences. History supports this too (i.e. - sneak attacks are common in history). However, my opinion is only one person's opinion.
 
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drunks, ord and ^&%^$%#

At a college party, local HS jock drove up thinkin (after drinkin) that his 'girl' was at our college party of about 30 or so teens to 20 somethings.

6 rounds of .38 out of a .357

he missed all 6, two of which zipped (that unmistakable sound) past my ears he was overhauled, tackled, trussed (and probably keelhauled) while trying to reload.

!@$#^$&%&* drunk.

etched in memory running his sorry hide down while he was reloading.
that is Reason 1 I use autoloaders.:rolleyes:

r
 
Yeah

shot with bird shot by a first time hunter on a take a kid hunting day outing. his mentor screwed the pooch. i saw the kid turn and track the bird toward us(my new hunter and I) and I pushed my kid down and was getting ready to duck when the kid shot at the bird. i got several hits on my back and neck, every couple of years i get a sore on my back and a pellet works it way out. One pellet broke my glasses from the back side going forward.

Once on purpose by a druggie while walking just off state street in Chicago. March 14 1982. home after spring break, was DT to try and see some band. some guy yelled out something and i turned to see what he was talking about and looked forward to see a guy s tanding there with a gun in his hand. I was like "no effing way" he said give my your money and as i reached back for my wallet I saw the hammer fall. It felt like i had gotten hit in the chest with a baseball thrown really hard. just a thud. I stumbled backwards and he was screaming too. i looked down and his hand was just hamburger. I sorta stumbled to a door way and got into a little bar, yelled i been shot, and the guy next to the door just stood up and grabbed me and took me out the door and shoved me in the back seat of cab and then got in and took off at mad pace for CookCounty hospital.

In three minutes i was in a OR and i had a Doc asking me all sorts of questions. i know i said no penicilln at least a half dozen times and then i was waking up. i was laying in a room with a cop sitting in the chair and my mom standing behind him...CPD asked me a lot LOT of questions. i just kept saying a pea coat. that is all i say beside the pistol. I looked up and the cop had some guy handcufed to a gurney and were holding up a coat and the guys arm. I said yup that is him.

Turned out he had a POS RG revolver, a 38 s&W and somehow had loaded a nine mm round in the pistol and had gotten it to fire, When the round went out it split the pot metal cylinder and blewout four of the five rounds in the cylinder in a sympathetic detonation(my guess) but it shredded his hand. I was in the midst of pseudo Punk era and was wearing a Gates leather jacket. The bullet hit right on the overlap for the zipper so it had to go thru the three layers of heavy leather, the zipper and then it hit me and broke my sternum and two ribs and lodged just under the cartilege of my sternum.

Had the bad guys Gun held and not blown i would be dead. the line for the bullet flight was straight at the right side of my heart. As it was, it blew, i and lived and he went to Joliet charm school.
 
You are a wise man psyopspec

Regarding your women + booze, etc. You are wise.

Regarding your "rise to level of training". I don't disagree. However, I'd like to quote President Reagan. He said that crisis don't make or brake a person, they simply reveal who they are. That's a paraphrase because I don't remember his exact words.

FYI - I learned from reading Paul Harvey's book that when Reagon was 14 he backed down a would be rapist-mugger who was after a nurse. He backed the guy down with his new magnum (forgot caliber, .357 maybe?). The BG had a knife. Ronald had an empty handgun because he had just bought the gun and hadn't bought any ammo yet. This happened in front of young Ronald's home. Ronald was 14, had no training, but instinctively had big brass ones.

This was kind of like when President Reagan bluffed the Soviets with the "Star Wars" missile defense system. Star Wars didn't exist, will probably never exist, and was a total bluff from Reagon from the beginning with help from NASA and Dr. Sagan. That's like holding a gun, wearing a bullet proof vest (or other guy thinks you're wearing one), and saying to the other guy, "let's be friend now".
 
i have been shot and wounded. not by a firearm, but a high powered model 760 crossman bb gun. i was about 13 and my brother was 10. we were in the garage and he was standing next to his bb gun that was leaning against the wall. i said "i bet you cant shoot me before i get into the house" thinking he had to pump it up and then fire. i was wrong....he had it pumped 10 times which was the factory max for that gun. he replied "ohh yeah?" picked up the rifle and shot me. i was in disbelief. the bb had penetrated approximatley 1/4 of an inch into my upper arm between my elbow and shoulder. i looked at him with total disbelief. there was a small lump in my arm which i squeezed and out popped the bb. i still have the scar today.:) it hurt too.........
 
Almost all of the above

Yes – I've been shot at and missed. When I was a child, my alcoholic father thought it was entertaining to shoot at me and watch me freak out. He used .22 & .38 special revolvers.
When I was a teenager, some kids took shots at me while I was walking my dog along a riverbank. They were using a .22 rifle. The dog chased after the "pings" in the water while I threw rocks at, and chased away, the boys.
Yes – I've been shot and wounded. While walking to elementary school, an adult male jumped out from behind some bushes and pointed a gun at me. I don't recall what it was, some sort of semi-auto. I didn't think, just grabbed his gun hand to get it away from my face and he pulled the trigger. The bullet skimmed along my left shin & left a scar.
Yes – I was threatened with a gun but no shots were fired. Kidnapped at gunpoint when I was a teenager. Small semi-auto, probably a .32, pointed at my left temple. I prayed, was answered, and got away unhurt & unmolested.
Country or city, good neighborhoods & bad, there are stupid and evil people with guns everywhere. Thank goodness there are intelligent and decent people with guns as well.
 
As far as I know

Long ago as a (stupid and rebelious) teenager in Michigan...riding dirt-bikes (motorized of course) across a corn field where I didn't belong...heard "bang, bang" and saw my buddy take off like a bat out of h#@l.

I was quick to follow.... and guess what?

We never road on that man's land again.
 
B-B-gun wars !!

Didn't everyone grow up having B-B-gun wars??

Or were the kids in my neighborhood just exceptionally stupid??

Rules...

Must shoot below the shoulders
Pump guns can only use 3 pumps
No squeelin' if you get hurt.

The "fun" ended when my friend Charlie took one in the soft flesh about 1/2" outboard of his left eye.

We got smart and stopped playing the game (though it was a blast).
Charlie told his mom he got poked by a stick.
Charlie found a new B-B size bump below his left ear and the last I saw him (10 years later) it was still there.

Maybe this is a good argument for actively promoting fire arms safety training to all adolescent boys. I never would have acted this way after my "safe hunter" class.
 
First time I was on the receiving end, in another life, a young innocent badger walking along a ridge line. Heard "bottle rockets" overhead. I looked up, everyone else hugging ground and sliding over crest. I come to a sudden realization.:uhoh:

Next, Lem's Ribs, Chicago "There are no guns here" Illinois. Four students of letters and of the "wrong" ethnicity stumble (we were tanked) into a fine eatery on the Southside of Chicago after a night of poker, er, study.

"What the **** you want, cracker?" I remember the gun was black, think it was a revolver (could have been a toy for all I knew). I said, "I'd like some food, sir."

"Well, alright then." *General laughter in the joint* We had just been laughing and joking on the El, we were very quiet while waiting for our orders.:D
 
JMusic said:
Ahh yep shot at a couple times, not counting on duty, threatened once. Saved my self with quick wit, surefire flashlight and the ability to run like hell.:)
Jim
Seeing McCall 911 tribute I have to say that I also have lost good friends that died in the line of duty. I certainly did not intend to make light of this and appoligize if I have offended anyone. While we are on the subject I have been shot and have shot. Enough said ,serious subject.
Jim
 
LadySmith said:
Yes – I've been shot at and missed. When I was a child, my alcoholic father thought it was entertaining to shoot at me and watch me freak out. He used .22 & .38 special revolvers.

Wow, this jogged my memory! I had completely forgotten that I too had been shot at by an alcholic father. In my case, however, it was the father of a friend of mine.

My best friend Lee had gotten a brand new Ruger Single Six (this was about 1970 or 71 if I recall correctly). I had one as well, and we were both anxious to go shooting. His father had a cousin that ran cattle just south of San Jose, on the east side of the 101 freeway, so we all piled into a Dodge station wagon and headed out. Lee's mom came along as well.

Lee's dad was a stone cold drunk. Sorry, no other way to describe it. He didn't work, just stayed home all day and drank. Brother, could he drink! His tolerance for booze was phenominal. Lee's mom obviously was the bread winner of the family, and that created a little antagonism in the house at times, as you can surely imagine.

Anyway, Lee's mom would set up targets and while she was doing so, his dad would shoot at them. Needless to say, I was shocked, Lee was upset, and his mom was mad. We could not get his dad to stop, and he was taking some close shots using an old, long barreled Iver Johnson .22 revolver.:eek:

Finally, he started shooting at Lee and I, as we set up targets. Well, that didn't set well with me at all! I was holding both Single Sixes at that point, and I carefully emptied one and then the other at Lee's good old dad. I was young then, with the nerves and reflexes of the young, so I came VERY close to him. Closer, in fact, then he had to us or his wife. And yes, he lifted his feet a time or two!

Lee's only concern was that I would piss his dad off and create a scene for later in the day. Too sad, both he and his mom led a life where they accomodated this a**hole no matter what the issue was. In any event, we came ambling back and I told Lee's dad there was more where that came from if he cared for it.

Ya know? He didn't bother any of us for the rest of the day!
 
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