HK G3
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A little background - my apartment is rather small, 2br 2 ba, and a kitchen/living area. My bedroom has a large window about 4 feet off the ground, which sits about 2-3 feet from the foot of the bed in which I sleep.
Early this morning, around quarter past 1 AM, I was sitting inside minding my own business. I was in my living room, chatting with a friend over an instant messaging client on my PC. All of a sudden, I hear a rush of footsteps, like multiple people running off to my left, near the sliding glass door about 5 feet away from me. There's a fence around it that's about 5'8", so if anyone wanted to gain entry, they'd have to jump it. When I heard that rush of footsteps and a lot of frantic talking, I knew something was awry. I started to open the gun case I kept near my couch which houses my HK 91 and a mag full of Hornady TAP 110gr (normally the gun case sits next to my bed, but whenever I'm alone at night, I bring it closer to me, and when I sleep, I take it out of the case and stick it under the bed, cruiser ready). I thought I'd just open the case, since chances are it wasn't really anything but some people screwing around, just being obnoxious or something.
As I was opening the case, I heard a loud *BAM* come from the bedroom. At that point, I felt like a shot had probably been fired, so I immediately dropped to the floor, finished opening the case, and loaded my mag into the gun. In the meantime, I could hear more noise coming from my left, near the door. I yanked the cocking-handle back, and stuck it in the upright position, then as I crouched (both eyes open, so I could see the glass door with my periphery, and the front sights trained on the bedroom window down the hall) and leaned out to look at the bedroom down the hall, I saw a fully sleeved arm and gloved hand reaching through the window and blinds, trying to find the window handle, I would guess. All the while I heard a lot of very frantic chatter from all directions. I slammed the cocking-handle down, and shouted at the top of my lungs, "YOU COME IN HERE, YOU'RE DEAD!" The sound of the cocking-lever slamming back into position must have made the dirtbag scared crapless, because I believe he just fell straight on his a#$ after hearing that sound. After that I heard running at the side of the bedroom, and a whole lot of scurrying to my left. I'm hoping that the guy in the window soiled himself, at the very least.
Like that, they were gone. It all happened in a matter of seconds, maybe even less than a minute. My guess is that there were at least 4 of them, if not more.
After I cleared the bedroom, I called 911, and had them send the police. I would guess it took them about 5-8 minutes to arrive. The police came, and were very professional and extremely nice guys. They were very interested in my gun, and all took turns "playing" with it, and I think they even radioed some of their friends over to check it out. All of them were making comments about how they wished they could have .308 rifles, and that only the snipers got to use them. They also told me I should have just shot the guy.
On a more serious note, they did tell me that whoever broke the window used a rock, and that they were *extremely* strong, because they sent some shards of glass flying 25 feet into the hall, and the window frame is completely destroyed by the impact of the rock.
At any rate, this was easily the scariest thing that's ever happened to me. In retrospect, I'm somewhat surprised by how mechanical defending myself was. I was not thinking at all, it was all just instinct, and I've never loaded that rifle faster in my life than this morning. If that crook had even moved an inch forward, there's no doubt in my mind that I would have pulled that trigger. My heart was about to burst out of my chest though, that's for sure.
I hope you all stay safe out there. I think I'm going to start carrying at home now instead of just having my rifle near me. The world truly is becoming a frightening place.
Early this morning, around quarter past 1 AM, I was sitting inside minding my own business. I was in my living room, chatting with a friend over an instant messaging client on my PC. All of a sudden, I hear a rush of footsteps, like multiple people running off to my left, near the sliding glass door about 5 feet away from me. There's a fence around it that's about 5'8", so if anyone wanted to gain entry, they'd have to jump it. When I heard that rush of footsteps and a lot of frantic talking, I knew something was awry. I started to open the gun case I kept near my couch which houses my HK 91 and a mag full of Hornady TAP 110gr (normally the gun case sits next to my bed, but whenever I'm alone at night, I bring it closer to me, and when I sleep, I take it out of the case and stick it under the bed, cruiser ready). I thought I'd just open the case, since chances are it wasn't really anything but some people screwing around, just being obnoxious or something.
As I was opening the case, I heard a loud *BAM* come from the bedroom. At that point, I felt like a shot had probably been fired, so I immediately dropped to the floor, finished opening the case, and loaded my mag into the gun. In the meantime, I could hear more noise coming from my left, near the door. I yanked the cocking-handle back, and stuck it in the upright position, then as I crouched (both eyes open, so I could see the glass door with my periphery, and the front sights trained on the bedroom window down the hall) and leaned out to look at the bedroom down the hall, I saw a fully sleeved arm and gloved hand reaching through the window and blinds, trying to find the window handle, I would guess. All the while I heard a lot of very frantic chatter from all directions. I slammed the cocking-handle down, and shouted at the top of my lungs, "YOU COME IN HERE, YOU'RE DEAD!" The sound of the cocking-lever slamming back into position must have made the dirtbag scared crapless, because I believe he just fell straight on his a#$ after hearing that sound. After that I heard running at the side of the bedroom, and a whole lot of scurrying to my left. I'm hoping that the guy in the window soiled himself, at the very least.
Like that, they were gone. It all happened in a matter of seconds, maybe even less than a minute. My guess is that there were at least 4 of them, if not more.
After I cleared the bedroom, I called 911, and had them send the police. I would guess it took them about 5-8 minutes to arrive. The police came, and were very professional and extremely nice guys. They were very interested in my gun, and all took turns "playing" with it, and I think they even radioed some of their friends over to check it out. All of them were making comments about how they wished they could have .308 rifles, and that only the snipers got to use them. They also told me I should have just shot the guy.
On a more serious note, they did tell me that whoever broke the window used a rock, and that they were *extremely* strong, because they sent some shards of glass flying 25 feet into the hall, and the window frame is completely destroyed by the impact of the rock.
At any rate, this was easily the scariest thing that's ever happened to me. In retrospect, I'm somewhat surprised by how mechanical defending myself was. I was not thinking at all, it was all just instinct, and I've never loaded that rifle faster in my life than this morning. If that crook had even moved an inch forward, there's no doubt in my mind that I would have pulled that trigger. My heart was about to burst out of my chest though, that's for sure.
I hope you all stay safe out there. I think I'm going to start carrying at home now instead of just having my rifle near me. The world truly is becoming a frightening place.
