Tomcat47
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A couple other threads made me think....Thus This Thread!
My occasion was returning from a trip out west, stopping at a rest area (one with no facilities just a lighted pull off with park spaces) in eastern tennesee.
As I pulled in I noticed 1 vehicle in parking lot, it was around 2 am, foggy, it ws very dark other than parking lot area. I was on dash mounted cell phone (circa 1993) talking to my dad, giving him ETA and what.
The 1 person that was present at onset was kinda suspicios to me but no real alarms going off. I had been setting there for about 3 min. and the guy walked by front of truck and down passenger side dissappearing out of rear view. Now I am alert, scanning mirrors. He reappears farther away from passenger side and walks back across front of truck and back to his (?) car.
As I watched him lean on his car in a nervous jerk, I told my dad that I was in a situation, at that moment the guy ran back across front of truck, down passenger side and back up by drivers side window and looked me in the eyes and swiftly returned to his car fender. My dad said get out of there.
As I reached for key he began rushing drivers side of truck, sticking his right hand in his pocket, It was like an automatic reaction from me because before I realized the chain of events I had rolled the window down and he met my Beretta 92 at about 3 feet from window and got to here the hammer pull back...As I yelled in a loud voice Can I (Fudgin) Help You!
He back pedaled as doing the backstoke in the olympics and fell on his ass and rolled over backwards, jumped to his feet and busted the woods wide open, I havent seen deer run that fast into the woods.
It was funny at the moment, but it was an elightening moment! First time I had ever pointed my pistol at another human. And as I pulled away, realizing that my dad was still on phone.....He said well I guess he didnt like your Beretta! (he was truly worried at the onset of it, but it turned out ok) Maybe he give that idea up for a living...we can only hope.
My occasion was returning from a trip out west, stopping at a rest area (one with no facilities just a lighted pull off with park spaces) in eastern tennesee.
As I pulled in I noticed 1 vehicle in parking lot, it was around 2 am, foggy, it ws very dark other than parking lot area. I was on dash mounted cell phone (circa 1993) talking to my dad, giving him ETA and what.
The 1 person that was present at onset was kinda suspicios to me but no real alarms going off. I had been setting there for about 3 min. and the guy walked by front of truck and down passenger side dissappearing out of rear view. Now I am alert, scanning mirrors. He reappears farther away from passenger side and walks back across front of truck and back to his (?) car.
As I watched him lean on his car in a nervous jerk, I told my dad that I was in a situation, at that moment the guy ran back across front of truck, down passenger side and back up by drivers side window and looked me in the eyes and swiftly returned to his car fender. My dad said get out of there.
As I reached for key he began rushing drivers side of truck, sticking his right hand in his pocket, It was like an automatic reaction from me because before I realized the chain of events I had rolled the window down and he met my Beretta 92 at about 3 feet from window and got to here the hammer pull back...As I yelled in a loud voice Can I (Fudgin) Help You!
He back pedaled as doing the backstoke in the olympics and fell on his ass and rolled over backwards, jumped to his feet and busted the woods wide open, I havent seen deer run that fast into the woods.
It was funny at the moment, but it was an elightening moment! First time I had ever pointed my pistol at another human. And as I pulled away, realizing that my dad was still on phone.....He said well I guess he didnt like your Beretta! (he was truly worried at the onset of it, but it turned out ok) Maybe he give that idea up for a living...we can only hope.