Luckily until a few years ago the only incidents I had were to fire a shotgun in the air to scare off some kid smashing mail boxes and stealing stuff from peoples yards.
I moved to town about 20 years ago and hated it until my wife and I moved to her grandparents old house with 7 acres of land with a pond on it in town! Shortly after moving in, construction started on some subsidized apartments very near the back of the property. Shortly after the apartments were completed, a Walmart opened less than a mile away.
There was a bad set of curves with roads coming off in both directions, so it was not uncommon for me to get knocks in the middle of the night from someone who had a wreck or ran over my mail box. I always brought a firearm to the door when answering these knocks but kept it out of sight, because most times it was someone who just had an accident and was already pretty shaken up.
One night around 2 am. I got a knock at the door, so I picked up my Ruger Redhawk 44 mag and answered the door. A man was frantically knocking and yelling for us to let him in. When I looked through the peep hole, the man looked sweaty and nervous. I had him back from the door and I opened it (maybe not the best move in hind site). He said that someone was trying to kill him and he ran all the way here from the apartments. As I stepped onto my porch, I could hear a man yelling and cussing in our direction. I could not see him between the dark and the landscaping. He was calling to the man on my porch to meet him so he could kill him. The scared man was pleading with me to bring him to Walmart so he could use the ATM to get a cab. I refused to leave my wife and daughter alone in the house with a mad man in the yard. I also refused to bring them with us because I didn't know this man either.
By this time my wife was awake and she handed me the phone through the door. I gave the phone to the man, and had him call 911. They said they would send someone right out. After a little over 15 minutes
, we saw the police car at the stop sigh at the corner of my yard. After a brief pause, he turned and headed the other direction. :banghead: After another few minutes (less than 20 total), the cop pulled into my driveway and stopped by my mail box. I sent the scared man to talk to the cop while I stayed with my family. After a little while I saw the search light come on and sweep across my yard. A few seconds later the man came back hanging his head and the cop drove away. The man told me the cop said he didn't see anyone and refused to bring the guy to Walmart because he was not a taxi service. The guy was still too scared to leave my porch, so I was stuck with a mad man running around my property and a stranger on my porch, my family in the house a serious lack of sleep and the cop just left him here for me to deal with!!
I had the guy sit on the bench on my porch while I retrieved my rifle. At this time he caught a glimpse of the 44 I had with me the whole time and said "Thank God, I didn't know what you would do if he came for me!" I told him I would watch him until he made it past the second curve in the road at which point he was nearly at Walmart. I don't know if he knew that there was nothing I could do from that distance in town with a (empty) high power rifle (270 Win), but it seamed to make him feel more comfortable about walking down the road. Every now and then he would look back to make sure I was still on the porch watching him, then continue walking.
I have many more stories from when we lived there, but this is the only one that anyone ever saw a weapon. I am so glad we moved out of town. I feel more comfortable with my kids in the yard. I don't have strangers walking through my yard to get to Walmart.
Sorry a lot long winded. Hope you enjoy.