Leatherneck
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Left for the river Friday morning to join Leatherness for a beautiful long weekend and reflect on Memorial Day stuff. Had a nice restful holiday, right up until arriving home to rejoin the routine. Went in the garage and thought "Boy, old man--you're losing it." The entry door to the family room was wide open. How could I have left it unlocked, much less wide open?
Mind, this is a well-established neighborhood, with virtually no pass-through traffic and mostly the same families that moved in new 20-25 years ago. Went to the kitchen to stow the groceries and then to the bedroom to dump wallet and change clothes. The bedroom was sacked: drawers dumped, closets emptied, beds stripped, SWMBO's jewelry box upended and picked, etc.
The dawn broke with a thunderclap as I realized for the first time that our house had been broken into. As I left in a hurry, I noticed the smashed window in the family room that, for some reason, I missed during entry.
Went out to the shop and armed myself and called 911. Turns out the dispatcher is a neighbor lady from four houses up the road. She held me on the line and dispatched a patrol unit who got here in about three minutes. He was extremely cautious and waited concealed until I confirmed via dispatch that I was the owner and had me leave my gun in the shop and join him. Two other units arrived and three officers cleared the house. The first responding officer stayed afterward and dusted for prints and took lots of info.
Net loss so far:
1. Weatherby Vanguard .308 bolt action with scope and leather sling. Nice rifle.
2. B.C.Miroku 20 ga. O/U shotgun.
3. Beretta 92C 9mm stainless steel pistol in Galco black leather holster.
4. Stihl backpack leaf blower from the garage.
5. Unknown jewelry, pending Leatherness's arrival and inventory today.
What they missed/passed up is interesting: 10 other guns, mostly milsurps, from the same gun cabinet in the bedroom. An expensive trumpet destined for a grandson. A jar full of coins on the dresser.
You really do feel violated after a breakin. Also pissed at myself for apparently being in condition white as I arrived home. Very disappointing, that.
TC
Mind, this is a well-established neighborhood, with virtually no pass-through traffic and mostly the same families that moved in new 20-25 years ago. Went to the kitchen to stow the groceries and then to the bedroom to dump wallet and change clothes. The bedroom was sacked: drawers dumped, closets emptied, beds stripped, SWMBO's jewelry box upended and picked, etc.
The dawn broke with a thunderclap as I realized for the first time that our house had been broken into. As I left in a hurry, I noticed the smashed window in the family room that, for some reason, I missed during entry.
Went out to the shop and armed myself and called 911. Turns out the dispatcher is a neighbor lady from four houses up the road. She held me on the line and dispatched a patrol unit who got here in about three minutes. He was extremely cautious and waited concealed until I confirmed via dispatch that I was the owner and had me leave my gun in the shop and join him. Two other units arrived and three officers cleared the house. The first responding officer stayed afterward and dusted for prints and took lots of info.
Net loss so far:
1. Weatherby Vanguard .308 bolt action with scope and leather sling. Nice rifle.
2. B.C.Miroku 20 ga. O/U shotgun.
3. Beretta 92C 9mm stainless steel pistol in Galco black leather holster.
4. Stihl backpack leaf blower from the garage.
5. Unknown jewelry, pending Leatherness's arrival and inventory today.
What they missed/passed up is interesting: 10 other guns, mostly milsurps, from the same gun cabinet in the bedroom. An expensive trumpet destined for a grandson. A jar full of coins on the dresser.
You really do feel violated after a breakin. Also pissed at myself for apparently being in condition white as I arrived home. Very disappointing, that.
TC
Window screen repaired, window at glass shop. Life will go on, but I ain't a happy camper!