I'd back out and make the call,but I wouldn't even touch my gun unless I was fired on.The last thing I'd want is for the officers rolling on a bank robbery to see me anywhere near there with a gun in my hand.Yes,I'd be legal,but I wouldn't want to distract the officers attention,that could get them killed...
I walked into a bank robbery in progress...
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hub
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blast away, turn in 4 out of 5 bags and say one guy got away. big black haired dude with a mullet, biggest damn mexican i've ever seen, carrying a .44 mag. hero + pension for retirement fund. 
that bank is fdic i suppose. (joking)
that bank is fdic i suppose. (joking)OEF_VET
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Because a lot of people confuse a bank's being Federally insured with being a Federal building. Just because a bank is Federally insured, does not make it a Federal building; unless, of course, it were the Federal Reserve Bank. Of course, I don't think a FRB would be getting robbed without the authorities knowing.
larry_minn
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I would try to sneak out of bank and walk away. Once out of sight call Police. Give them all info possible and I likely would try to take cell phone pic of get away car. (have to hang up for that) Mine actually zoomes in some.
Wait and watch. If my truck is where I can safely get to it I do. IF I am out of sight I grab AR/mags from locker and WAIT.
Call squad car (I have in car cell numbers in two local towns) and find out where/what is going on from their end and let them know where I am. (as neither town authorizes any rifle and IMO junker shotguns I would offer to provide backup) Its THEIR show. (no they don't get my rifle and the full timers know enough not to consider it)
If they come out with money/hop in car and drive away I do almost nothing. (call and give info/direction) I would then SLOWLY head out after them. (no high speed/ride tail stuff) If I loose them I do. (I'm not getting paid to chase them) If I can keep them in sight great.
Now if they are dragging ONE hostage the person doing the dragging is likely dead. (unless its the bank pres of a bank I will not do business with)
They can take him I really don't care. Anything more difficult then that I again do nothing. (just follow a little more carefully)
Wait and watch. If my truck is where I can safely get to it I do. IF I am out of sight I grab AR/mags from locker and WAIT.
Call squad car (I have in car cell numbers in two local towns) and find out where/what is going on from their end and let them know where I am. (as neither town authorizes any rifle and IMO junker shotguns I would offer to provide backup) Its THEIR show. (no they don't get my rifle and the full timers know enough not to consider it)
If they come out with money/hop in car and drive away I do almost nothing. (call and give info/direction) I would then SLOWLY head out after them. (no high speed/ride tail stuff) If I loose them I do. (I'm not getting paid to chase them) If I can keep them in sight great.
Now if they are dragging ONE hostage the person doing the dragging is likely dead. (unless its the bank pres of a bank I will not do business with)
They can take him I really don't care. Anything more difficult then that I again do nothing. (just follow a little more carefully)carebear
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Knowing?
Try perpetrating.
ctdonath
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Yes, it's legal to carry a gun in a bank (local jurisdiction regulations notwithstanding).
Bank robbery, AFAIK, is kinda unique in the spectrum of violent crimes. It's pretty well scripted out by the participants: perp makes threat, people comply, perp leaves, perp gets picked up not long after (to oversimplify the whole thing).
Upshot: get out, get out of the way. Odd of getting shot are probably much lower than odds of getting run over in the parking lot.
Yeah, I'll take some flack for the post. Obviously, stay aware & ready to defend - but on the whole, just get out of the way.
Bank robbery, AFAIK, is kinda unique in the spectrum of violent crimes. It's pretty well scripted out by the participants: perp makes threat, people comply, perp leaves, perp gets picked up not long after (to oversimplify the whole thing).
Upshot: get out, get out of the way. Odd of getting shot are probably much lower than odds of getting run over in the parking lot.
Yeah, I'll take some flack for the post. Obviously, stay aware & ready to defend - but on the whole, just get out of the way.
carebear
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After you're out of the bank, go across the street to the diner. Get a few bananas. Sneak up behind the getaway car and put the bananas in the tailpipe.
Laugh and wait for your theme music to start.
Laugh and wait for your theme music to start.
Lupinus
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I had a guy try telling me that a cwp in sc is usless cause everytime you go into a building you need to leave the gun in the car so its really only good to have so you dont need to go through a background check each time.
choochboost
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Why is it that these sort of things always happen to new members?
Valkman
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C'mon, what happened? 
I know! Between that and full auto being illegal it's just sooooooo.... unjust.
I still feel kinda wierd carrying in banks but it is perfectly legal.
I know! Between that and full auto being illegal it's just sooooooo.... unjust.
I still feel kinda wierd carrying in banks but it is perfectly legal.
evan price
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Let's see. First I would leave the bank stealthily, pretend I am using the outside ATM, then sneak up on the getaway car driver. I'd say, "Hey man, you got a light?" He would tell me to buzz off and then I reach through the open window, grab his head and dislocate his vertebrae, killing him with a quick snap of the spinal cord.
Then I would walk into the bank and pretend to be unarmed and distract the bad guys. "Hey, can I get some help unloading the deposit bags from my car? There must be $100 grand out there, can't a guy get some help?" Greed compels the BG's to move close to me. I can get close enough to BG#1 that a roundhouse sweep kick knocks him senseless for long enough that I can grab him from behind and while he is still holding his HiPoint 9mm, use it to shoot BG #2, killing him and blowing him through the art-deco glass sculpture in the bank lobby.
BG #3 starts shooting at me with his SKS carbine (Smashing the windows over the teller stations in the progress & raining broken glass everywhere) but BG#1's limp body will be held before me like a shield and NONE of the bullets have enough power to punch through and wound me. I will ditch BG#1's now dead body, cartwheel behind the loan manager's desk (landing face to face with the panicked manager, who I comfort with a wink and a "SHSSH" gesture.). Then I draw my pair of concealed XD45's and start John Wu'ing it at BG #3, who fires his SKS carbine empty, throws it at me, then runs for the back door, grabbing a female teller hostage.
Somehow my XD's are now both at slide lock, so I throw them down and sprint after BG#3, stopping only long enough to pick up BG#2's sawed-off 12-gauge double barrel shotgun. BG #3, and hostage, are trying to open the metal security door at the back of the bank. When he sees me coming, with shotgun levelled, he steps behind her and puts a knife to her throat. Then I see that the female teller/hostage is actually MY WIFE!
"Drop that shotgun or she gets it!" BG#3 shouts, I slowly lower the gun, then see that my wife's legs are spread, so I give him both barrels to the crotch between her legs(missing my wife but tearing her skirt). BG#3 collapses. My wife screams and runs away. I drop the shotgun and catch her, holding her, saying, "It's all right, honey, it's over." and pat her hair.
As I turn to go, BG#3, who was playing dead, rolls over to throw his knife at me. Of course, I see this mirrored in the chrome casing of the big commercial ashtray beside me! I throw my wife down on the ground, catch the knife between my palms, and throw it back, spearing BG#3 right through the larynx. He expires in a horrible gulping shower of bloody froth.
"He really got the point," I say to myself, and turn away from his corpse.
As we are walking away, I am confronted by the loan manager who now seems to be weilding a HK USP 9mm pistol with a silencer... "Zo, you tink it ends like zis?" He sneers in a vaguely European accent, with touches of German. "I want the negotiable bearer bonds. Eizzer I get zem or your wife DIES! Didn't you realize I set zis whole thing up from ze inside? Now, get on ze floor!"
Quickly I notice that the extension cord from his Zen desktop water feature is laying across his left foot. I am being ordered to the floor, and as I get down in one swift move I yank the extension cord, sending the miniature fountain crashing into his leg. The manager trips, stumbles, and my wife shoves him hard backwards. He falls, impaling himself on the stub of the art-deco statue smashed by BG#2. The glass spear comes cleanly through his rib cage about 24 inches smeared in bright red blood. Panicked, he levers himself and pulls out the spike. More blood floods from the managers mouth, he opens his hand and lets the bloody glass shard fall to the ground with a tinkle. He looks at me and he gasps his last and dies.
"Significant penalties for early withdrawal," I quip, pointing to the spike.
I pick my wife up from the floor. We hug, she kisses me her thanks. With tongue. The city police arrive responding to the silent alarm, and quickly throw a big yellow blanket around us and allow us to leave the building while more and more cops and fire department and ambulances show up.
The police chief sees me from across the steps where he is talking into his Handy-Talkie. He makes eye contact, then makes a point of pulling my parking tickets out of his pocket and ripping them up. Then he smirks, and tosses the pieces up into the air like confetti, gives me a nod, and runs into the building.
As I walk out to the parking lot, a large black limousine pulls up, with a dented in front end. The chauffer, who is wearing a Santa hat, makes a bow and lets us in the back seat. For some reason, bearer bonds are raining down from the sky.
"I love this town," I say loudly, and the closing credits roll accompanied by an instrumental big-band version of "New York, New York". We drive off stopping only long enough for my wife to hop out, tear off her torn skirt, and throw it into the face of that annoying TV reporter.
As we drive away, I open the wet bar. "How 'bout a drink, babe?" I ask. As I open the ice tray, I see it is not full of ice at all, but gold Kruggerands.
"Wow," my wife says. "Looks like Santa came after all."
"He won't be the only one, dear," I respond. We kiss.
We giggle and pop the cork on the bubbly.
As the car speeds off into the distance, a midget can be seen holding the trunk lid down.
FINIS
Then I would walk into the bank and pretend to be unarmed and distract the bad guys. "Hey, can I get some help unloading the deposit bags from my car? There must be $100 grand out there, can't a guy get some help?" Greed compels the BG's to move close to me. I can get close enough to BG#1 that a roundhouse sweep kick knocks him senseless for long enough that I can grab him from behind and while he is still holding his HiPoint 9mm, use it to shoot BG #2, killing him and blowing him through the art-deco glass sculpture in the bank lobby.
BG #3 starts shooting at me with his SKS carbine (Smashing the windows over the teller stations in the progress & raining broken glass everywhere) but BG#1's limp body will be held before me like a shield and NONE of the bullets have enough power to punch through and wound me. I will ditch BG#1's now dead body, cartwheel behind the loan manager's desk (landing face to face with the panicked manager, who I comfort with a wink and a "SHSSH" gesture.). Then I draw my pair of concealed XD45's and start John Wu'ing it at BG #3, who fires his SKS carbine empty, throws it at me, then runs for the back door, grabbing a female teller hostage.
Somehow my XD's are now both at slide lock, so I throw them down and sprint after BG#3, stopping only long enough to pick up BG#2's sawed-off 12-gauge double barrel shotgun. BG #3, and hostage, are trying to open the metal security door at the back of the bank. When he sees me coming, with shotgun levelled, he steps behind her and puts a knife to her throat. Then I see that the female teller/hostage is actually MY WIFE!
"Drop that shotgun or she gets it!" BG#3 shouts, I slowly lower the gun, then see that my wife's legs are spread, so I give him both barrels to the crotch between her legs(missing my wife but tearing her skirt). BG#3 collapses. My wife screams and runs away. I drop the shotgun and catch her, holding her, saying, "It's all right, honey, it's over." and pat her hair.
As I turn to go, BG#3, who was playing dead, rolls over to throw his knife at me. Of course, I see this mirrored in the chrome casing of the big commercial ashtray beside me! I throw my wife down on the ground, catch the knife between my palms, and throw it back, spearing BG#3 right through the larynx. He expires in a horrible gulping shower of bloody froth.
"He really got the point," I say to myself, and turn away from his corpse.
As we are walking away, I am confronted by the loan manager who now seems to be weilding a HK USP 9mm pistol with a silencer... "Zo, you tink it ends like zis?" He sneers in a vaguely European accent, with touches of German. "I want the negotiable bearer bonds. Eizzer I get zem or your wife DIES! Didn't you realize I set zis whole thing up from ze inside? Now, get on ze floor!"
Quickly I notice that the extension cord from his Zen desktop water feature is laying across his left foot. I am being ordered to the floor, and as I get down in one swift move I yank the extension cord, sending the miniature fountain crashing into his leg. The manager trips, stumbles, and my wife shoves him hard backwards. He falls, impaling himself on the stub of the art-deco statue smashed by BG#2. The glass spear comes cleanly through his rib cage about 24 inches smeared in bright red blood. Panicked, he levers himself and pulls out the spike. More blood floods from the managers mouth, he opens his hand and lets the bloody glass shard fall to the ground with a tinkle. He looks at me and he gasps his last and dies.
"Significant penalties for early withdrawal," I quip, pointing to the spike.
I pick my wife up from the floor. We hug, she kisses me her thanks. With tongue. The city police arrive responding to the silent alarm, and quickly throw a big yellow blanket around us and allow us to leave the building while more and more cops and fire department and ambulances show up.
The police chief sees me from across the steps where he is talking into his Handy-Talkie. He makes eye contact, then makes a point of pulling my parking tickets out of his pocket and ripping them up. Then he smirks, and tosses the pieces up into the air like confetti, gives me a nod, and runs into the building.
As I walk out to the parking lot, a large black limousine pulls up, with a dented in front end. The chauffer, who is wearing a Santa hat, makes a bow and lets us in the back seat. For some reason, bearer bonds are raining down from the sky.
"I love this town," I say loudly, and the closing credits roll accompanied by an instrumental big-band version of "New York, New York". We drive off stopping only long enough for my wife to hop out, tear off her torn skirt, and throw it into the face of that annoying TV reporter.
As we drive away, I open the wet bar. "How 'bout a drink, babe?" I ask. As I open the ice tray, I see it is not full of ice at all, but gold Kruggerands.
"Wow," my wife says. "Looks like Santa came after all."
"He won't be the only one, dear," I respond. We kiss.
We giggle and pop the cork on the bubbly.
As the car speeds off into the distance, a midget can be seen holding the trunk lid down.
FINIS
Last bank robbery I was a witness to, the robber lit the bank manager's cigarette on his way out the door. Only the teller knew we were getting robbed until after the BG hailed a cab and was long gone.
Most bank robberies are pulled by professionals. They may be armed, but the money is all insured and all the bank employees are trained to hand it over.
From time to time take over robberies happen. These are usually people who have no clue what they are doing, and the odds of someone actually getting hurt increase dramatically.
In your situation, I would have left discretely if it was an option and walked in the opposite direction of the waiting car. Once I was out of site, I'd be on the phone with 911, and headed away from the bank in a determined but not rushed manner.
Most bank robberies are pulled by professionals. They may be armed, but the money is all insured and all the bank employees are trained to hand it over.
From time to time take over robberies happen. These are usually people who have no clue what they are doing, and the odds of someone actually getting hurt increase dramatically.
In your situation, I would have left discretely if it was an option and walked in the opposite direction of the waiting car. Once I was out of site, I'd be on the phone with 911, and headed away from the bank in a determined but not rushed manner.
XavierBreath
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ROTFLMSWYAVO!
sacp81170a
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Being Santa is really the job I want. Ya work one night a year, ya know where all the bad girls live, and they don't get upset if ya come early.
I don't think this event ever happened to the author. I mean c'mon, a bank robbery is a high profile/Hollywood type of event. And to be caught in the middle of one, start to tell us about it, then hold back to see what we would have done???
After you tell us what you did, how about letting us know where this alleged bank robbery happend so we can 3rd party verify it.
After you tell us what you did, how about letting us know where this alleged bank robbery happend so we can 3rd party verify it.
First thing I'd do is wake up. Then I'd log on to THR and post my dream as a question.
BTW, and not to hijack the thread, but a couple of weeks ago I found myself outside with my family, standing around our swimming pool. The black bear that the kids had been keeping as a pet started playing a little rough with them, and they couldn't get away, because we were all inside the pool fence. I had a morbid feeling in my gut that things were going to get ugly, and decided I needed to put the bear down. I drew my Kahr PM9, the only gun I own suitable for swimming, apparently. I thought about going inside to grab the Delta, but I knew I wouldn't be able to open my safe. Even if I could open the safe, or found the gun on the kitchen table, I also knew from past experience with these types of situations that I would be unable to load the DE. Because once picked up, 10mm ammo turns into 30.06 cartridges, complete with en bloc clip. Unfortunately, the pistol will never turn into a Garand at the same time.
As I approached the bear, it looked at me out of the corner of its eye, even as it pinned my son to the picnic table. It just stared. I turned around, and acted like I was watching my daughter swim. The bear resumed rough-housing. I turned back towards it, now with my son's Ruger 10/22. It stopped playing and looked at me out of the corner of its eye again.
Then I woke up, full of adrenaline.
True facts:
We recently had our pool fence replaced, with a self-closing, gate.
We went "real" camping deep in the adirondacks 3 weeks ago, and saw bear sign, but no bears. (I was better armed than in my dream.)
I'm starting to think the PM9 isn't adequate as a CCW.
edited for THR-compliant content.
BTW, and not to hijack the thread, but a couple of weeks ago I found myself outside with my family, standing around our swimming pool. The black bear that the kids had been keeping as a pet started playing a little rough with them, and they couldn't get away, because we were all inside the pool fence. I had a morbid feeling in my gut that things were going to get ugly, and decided I needed to put the bear down. I drew my Kahr PM9, the only gun I own suitable for swimming, apparently. I thought about going inside to grab the Delta, but I knew I wouldn't be able to open my safe. Even if I could open the safe, or found the gun on the kitchen table, I also knew from past experience with these types of situations that I would be unable to load the DE. Because once picked up, 10mm ammo turns into 30.06 cartridges, complete with en bloc clip. Unfortunately, the pistol will never turn into a Garand at the same time.
As I approached the bear, it looked at me out of the corner of its eye, even as it pinned my son to the picnic table. It just stared. I turned around, and acted like I was watching my daughter swim. The bear resumed rough-housing. I turned back towards it, now with my son's Ruger 10/22. It stopped playing and looked at me out of the corner of its eye again.
Then I woke up, full of adrenaline.
True facts:
We recently had our pool fence replaced, with a self-closing, gate.
We went "real" camping deep in the adirondacks 3 weeks ago, and saw bear sign, but no bears. (I was better armed than in my dream.)
I'm starting to think the PM9 isn't adequate as a CCW.
edited for THR-compliant content.
carebear
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I'd do this.....
http://www.stuff.co.nz/stuff/0,2106,3751816a4560,00.html
Passerby steals getaway car
02 August 2006
By LEIGHTON KEITH
A passerby who spotted a gang of burglars at work in a Taranaki town decided to give them a taste of their own medicine – by stealing their getaway car.
Unfortunately, the ploy only momentarily foiled the robbery.
The burglars simply stole another car.
Carolyn Mastrovich, of Hawera police, said the original getaway vehicle was stolen from Stanners Motors, in Eltham, overnight on Monday.
Ms Mastrovich said the burglars drove the Ford Courier to Kaponga where they smashed the front window of the Four Square store and stole tobcco and cigarettes.
"A member of the public saw or heard the smash, saw what was happening and drove off in the ute," she said.
The person then called police.
"The look on their faces when they came out would have been priceless, she said.
The second getaway vehicle was a green 1991 Isuzu Bighorn stolen from Victoria St, Kaponga.
Police want to hear from anyone who has any information about the stolen car, burglary or is offered cheap cigarettes.
http://www.stuff.co.nz/stuff/0,2106,3751816a4560,00.html
Passerby steals getaway car
02 August 2006
By LEIGHTON KEITH
A passerby who spotted a gang of burglars at work in a Taranaki town decided to give them a taste of their own medicine – by stealing their getaway car.
Unfortunately, the ploy only momentarily foiled the robbery.
The burglars simply stole another car.
Carolyn Mastrovich, of Hawera police, said the original getaway vehicle was stolen from Stanners Motors, in Eltham, overnight on Monday.
Ms Mastrovich said the burglars drove the Ford Courier to Kaponga where they smashed the front window of the Four Square store and stole tobcco and cigarettes.
"A member of the public saw or heard the smash, saw what was happening and drove off in the ute," she said.
The person then called police.
"The look on their faces when they came out would have been priceless, she said.
The second getaway vehicle was a green 1991 Isuzu Bighorn stolen from Victoria St, Kaponga.
Police want to hear from anyone who has any information about the stolen car, burglary or is offered cheap cigarettes.
ChickenHawk
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I love this thread, but I think we've scared FreedomKommando away. Either that or he's mad at us for not taking his scenario seriously.
Sigh, I have to stop laughing now.
ChickenHawk
Sigh, I have to stop laughing now.
ChickenHawk
HighVelocity
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45GAP or 45ACP?
arthurcw
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+1 That was the only thing in the whole post that seems implausible. I'd call BS on you if I hadn't seen it for myself. And for the record, I'm not a midget... just short. Those long camera shots can be deceiving.
BTW: I had a good view from the remote camera placed in the back seat. Nice technique man. I learned a few things.
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