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My laundry room is in my detached garage and I take my gun when I go out there. Another old lady around here was raped doing laundry at 11:30 in the morning a few years ago.
Never again
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I am 62, overweight, out of shape and probably couldn't survive a beat down.
I had my "Never Again" moment before I got my carry license. Not enough of a story to recall here but I felt very vulnerable. That was about 4 years ago. Took me a couple months once I got my license to get comfortable carrying but now it is second nature. I am also pretty adamant about always getting a lottery ticket.
JohnKSa:
I fully agree at this time in my life. As a younger man I was physically capable and confident, probably foolishly so. It took the above event to change my opinion but once I did I actually acted on it and feel it was the right thing to do.
I had my "Never Again" moment before I got my carry license. Not enough of a story to recall here but I felt very vulnerable. That was about 4 years ago. Took me a couple months once I got my license to get comfortable carrying but now it is second nature. I am also pretty adamant about always getting a lottery ticket.
JohnKSa:
I fully agree at this time in my life. As a younger man I was physically capable and confident, probably foolishly so. It took the above event to change my opinion but once I did I actually acted on it and feel it was the right thing to do.
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Thanks for sharing your recent experience david58.
I want a Hi-Point to keep in the bathroom. I personally think the ZAMAK is not prone to rust, and the internals can be greased or oiled to mostly prevent rust, and if it does rust, I'll just scrub it off or something. I won't get too worked up over a but-ugly $125.00 gun getting some rust on it.
But alas, the politicians in Illinois are protecting me by making zinc/aluminum/magnesium alloy guns illegal to sell in the state.
I am armed almost 100% of the time, even when I'm in my house.
I don't try to figure out which situations may be dangerous and which one may be safe - I just think it is impossible.
I don't know how coyotes are in more rural areas but in the Chicagoland area, coyotes are routinely in people's yards. I can't count how many times I've seen a coyote in my yard or running down the street. They're not rare at all. My kids have a small lapdog, which I sometimes end up walking, and my head is on a swivel when I walk her. If I were a person who tried to evaluate if I should go armed or not. I would always arm myself when walking my dog. I've had too many instances in my life where my dog was attacked by another dog.
I have been doing an experiment with some L6 tool steel for a number of years. It's hung up between the plastic shower curtain and the cloth outside liner. So it never actually gets water on it, but it's right next to the shower and definitely gets a lot of humidity.
From what I've seen, if you find a good rust preventive and make even a token effort to keep the surfaces coated, you shouldn't have problems with rust. I check on the thing every few years, and while it's built up some rust discoloration (no loose rust), a big part of that is because I reapply the rust preventive at about the same intervals--every few years.
For your application, I would look for a used gun. Limit the selection to guns that have a reputation for being corrosion resistance--maybe something that's all stainless, or stainless/polymer, and then treat all the metal surfaces as if they are blued by applying a good rust preventive. Then I would check it pretty frequently at first to see if any problem spots are developing. Then you can let the check intervals stretch out once you get a feel for how things work.
Intox
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lol....ironically, if I were in that same situation the guy toting a knife would be something putting his life in danger opposed to him carrying a gun. I haven't left the house without a pistol on me since I was 15 years old. Yeah, it was "illegal" for me to carry it, but I did a lot of driving and the pistol stayed in my glove box. But point being...I'm going to have a firearm (and more than likely a shotgun and a rifle not to terribly far away in my truck) so if the other guy has a firearm...we can talk.
But..if they have a knife? I worked as a doorman at a shake joint in Paducah, KY called Regina's House of Dolls II when I was 20 years old. A group of city firemen (freaking firemen!) started a fight that lead to the DJ inside fighting the big one (LOL...and we're talking BIG), and in all the ruckus....me outside with the other three. It wasn't so bad at first (pro tip....starting a fight at a bar with bar staff is volunteering to be a walking punching bag), but one of the little bastards ran a box cutter up into me right over my right kidney on my lower back.
Ever since then...like I said, they got a gun? We can at least try to work it out. But a knife? I hope the SOB is right with Jesus.
And I don't get why everyone is saying how they "can't fight anymore" due to age, injury, ect. Ya'll are looking at it wrong. I don't tell people I can't fight anymore. I tell them I fight for real. So....you all aren't limited in your ability to fight. On the contrary, you fight for real. Ya'll, like me, don't have some 16 year old high school girl we're worried about trying to look cool for. We're past all the BS with violence and to the nitty gritty of it. And that makes each of you far more dangerous than some 21 year old MMA junkie all day long.
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Just to clarify... We're talking pulling hair, biting, gouging eyes, kicking crotches... The whole 9 yards, yes? I agree. Heck with it. If I'm a fight nowadays, its for real.
Intox
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LOL....preach.
I've bitten large plugs out of more than a few people before during my time in the bars. Two things I've learned in life....
1) You can take all the kung fu you want, and lift all the weights you want. But that means about nothing with gravel in your back and your knuckles are bleeding. Those are the times when all that matters is whose the meanest, and can channel their inner caveman.
2) I know MMA is a popular sport and great exercise. But if people think that BJJ is something you want to use in a street fight they need to rethink. Because most the people I bit plugs out of? They were MMA guys and wanted to roll in the dirt. I promise you though, when you spit a chunk of meat you just bit from their body at them....they don't want to "position for an arm bar".....they scream like girls (not that I blame them....fear is a hell of a thing) and want nothing more than to get away from you.
The end of April of 2017 I went to our rental house to see if she had left yet as she stopped paying the rent 3 months ago and our lawyer had started proceedings against her. As my next stop was my Dr. office to make sure my cold was no longer contagious before I returned to work, I had taken my carry piece off my belt and left it in the truck. The gate was open which was encouraging and I walked down and around the house, there did not seem to be anyone there. I was walking back out of the property and talking to my wife on the cell phone when I heard a noise behind me, I turned around and saw their two pitbulls 50 feet away charging me. I didn't have a weapon and was wearing flip-flops. I knew I couldn't out run them (I'm 57 and while not in terrible shape I'm not in great shape either). They jumped me and took me down on both arms. My wife heard and knew what was happening and called 911 and jumped in her car. Luckily the neighbor is a young man, back from 'stan about a year and not afraid of anything. He jumped the fence with a bat and proceeded to beat the dogs until they backed off. 4 1/2 hours in the trauma center with two trauma teams and 140 stitches later they send me home. Another month of healing got me back to work and here it is December and I just had two more surgeries.
TLDR; I never go anywhere other than into my place of employment unarmed anymore. Other than work if I can't carry a weapon and I am not protected by those sworn to uphold the law, we don't go.
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Damn brother. I'll say....you can talk about your physical condition and age, or how lucky you were the neighbor was there.....but it speaks volumes to your constitution that you had two aggressive (i.e. had a crap owner that did the worst thing to ever happen to the bull dog family, and via either not knowing how to raise a damn dog or intentionally taught them a guard dog role) bull dogs get on you, and it "only" cost you some stitches and a few surgeries.
I know that can sound kind of stupid, but several people in my family have raised bull dogs for a few generations. Myself as a kid, we raised field trial pointer dogs and Arabian horses, as well as me owning bull dogs since a toddler. Meaning, that as people loving and friendly natured as bull dogs are....they have all the physical tools from mother nature to make them being raised poorly into four legged killing machines. You definitely meet the "man" requirements.
Side note....
My youngest brother has a lot of rental properties he does on the side (he calls it his slow and methodical take over of the state of Mississippi...lol) and anytime he has a bad tenant that he's stuck with while all the legal proceedings are hashed out, he becomes the most attentive land lord you've ever seen. He'll show up, tell them he has come by to do some repairs. And shockingly, seems every time he makes those repair runs he forgets vital tools or needs a part. Which means he has to take his work to his shop. So he'll leave with the toilets and all the doors. To repair them, of course.
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Yep, my feet are shot, running wasn't an option- plus they caught me totally by surprise, running full speed at me from under the fence across the street. That property is overgrown and usually unoccupied, so I wasnt expecting a threat from that direction.
Thankfully the rake had steel teeth and gave me some reach- the larger of the two pits was incredibly anxious to get a piece of me, withstanding several solid hits to his face and head and coming back for more. I drew blood with at least one strike to his mouth and he finally backed off, lost interest and padded away.
The smaller dog came in once or twice somewhat halfheartedly, decided it wasn't fun getting whacked and then stood off at some distance just barking before leaving with his buddy.
Still don't know where they came from or who owned them. I made an Animal Control report, but never heard if they were caught.
Yep, I had a wonderful Pit 15 years ago- not too bright but a great temperament. My kids routinely tugged on his ears and tail and he never objected. Hit and run driver got him. I miss that dog- like to believe he woulda had my 6 that day in the yard........
A Pit Bull attack yesterday in Kentucky, that killed a woman and seriously injured her husband, was ended when a man went into the house, retrieved his firearm and ended the attack by shooting both Pit Bulls.
Pit Bulls Maul Woman to Death, Injure Husband in Gruesome Christmas Eve Attack
http://www.newsweek.com/pit-bulls-m...-husband-gruesome-christmas-eve-attack-758534
Pit Bulls Maul Woman to Death, Injure Husband in Gruesome Christmas Eve Attack
http://www.newsweek.com/pit-bulls-m...-husband-gruesome-christmas-eve-attack-758534
Thanks, it means alot. I have a long way to go to regain my physical strength in my arms, but I am glad it was me and not my wife. If needed, I would have died for her, so I'm glad it was me. We raise and train Rottweilers, and I can tell you (as you surmised) this is what happens when you have an untrained dog. I'm alive and they are not, the county took swift action on that.
Merry Christmas to everyone.
Intox
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I understand. My wife and I have Olde English Bull Dogs that we occasionally will breed them to get a litter (most of the puppies are given to family and friends free). We had thought about selling puppies to people who wanted a dog from the breed at cheaper prices (maybe $200 instead of the starting figure of $1k) to both allow "check to check" families be able to enjoy the original bull dog, as well as help introduce more people to them...but one shady phone call changed our mind. The thought of some human maggot getting one of these four legged toddlers and forcing them into dog fighting put tears in my eyes and we decided making some money to recoup dog food money was in no way worth it.
And sadly....hate it because it's not the dog's fault, but that's the only thing you can do with a poorly raised aggressive bull dog once it's bitten someone, kill it. Glad you're recovering, and share your relief it wasn't your wife. I can relate to the horror story it would have been as a husband and father myself.
Merry Christmas to you and yours', brother.
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What a horrible experience. So glad you are around to tell the tale.
Thank you, I am too. It was the first time I told this story on a public forum and I went back and forth on making the decision, but finally decided if I helped one person it was worth it.What a horrible experience. So glad you are around to tell the tale.
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My dad (down from Illinois on vacation) was looking at me funny yesterday as I worked on my fence with my SIG strapped on, but didnt comment on it.
I had told him about my dog attack incident, but when I showed him your post he finally "got it".
God bless you and speed your recovery sir.
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Ahhhh, good times.....spent 10 years behind the bar- not bouncing, thank goodness, but then we only had Security on the weekends.
A few observations of mine (your results may vary):
Getting hit sucks.
Most fights do go to the ground.
Drunks are highly resistant to pain (but hate getting doused in cold soda water).
Never bit anybody in a bar fight -sounds like a good way to get AIDS- but a belligerent patron did try to take a chunk out of our doorman's arm and withstood an incredible amount of beating before he would let go.
Only had knives pulled on me twice. Not fun. The second time was a rather lengthy standoff with a drunk and his 9" Bowie, my sweaty finger on the trigger ready to shoot him through the plywood below the cash register. Only reason he's still walkin the Earth is because there were other patrons behind him in my line of fire. Fortunately we had a good relationship with the Sheriff's Dept and they arrived promptly to taser him down. No need to mention my illegal possession of a firearm in a bar as I slipped my SIG back into my money bag below the counter...
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lol....I'm hip. Ironically, I was maybe a floor guy for 5 months total out the 10+ years I worked the clubs. I was trained for management, but preferred DJ'ing. When I worked the larger chains (PT's, Platinum, Christy's, Deja Vu) I made 6 figures in just tips without any of the responsibilities managers had. More times than not I wound up in mud because I'd see things developing and realize that the two or three year floor guys didn't have the experience yet to realize what they were walking into.
Your CZ75 does that to you? I thought it was just mine that did that.
Spent 5 years as a Bouncer in Liverpool UK. A seaport. 60 till 64 at the Cavern Club, of Beatles fame. Last year on the Blue Angel, a night Club. Got stabbed twice, at the Cavern, no big deal, stabbed in the back, next to a kidney, a homemade Ice pick aimed for the sternum, took it in the wrist.
My Dad kept a Pub, got into a few fights in those establishments.
I found when dealing with more than one, you had to put them down, one or two hits, maximum.
Break a nose, punches to the throat. But you had to make sure to quickly clear your space.
The Cavern did not serve alcohol, but the customers did get passes to cross the street to the Grapes. Their pass meant nothing if they came back drunk!
The Blue Angel was a real nightclub. My first night, a Fri. night, quite busy, mostly local University types, no trouble. Working with Larry, ex SAS Trooper (only found that out, when he passed away, I was living in Toronto then) A right maniac! Two non-members came in, joined the lineup, of course, Larry had gone downstairs for a couple of drinks for us, Coke, not booze.
"Mike, these two Gents are non-members and have no one to sign them in" they were already 5m inside the door. The fight was on. One was just knocked out, no fuss. His tall buddy, in a nice suit, was quite a handful, I left him hurt. Larry arrived just in time to throw them down the steps, into the street.
The good part of that altercation, it was viewed by the Uni types, who kept telling me "Tony knows me!" as I asked them for their membership cards. Tony was the handicapped chap who took the money and checked the members in.
Saturday night! Uni scarves a flying, cards held up... "Hi, Mike" "Hi Mike" like parrots."
My last night, was a Fri night, Larry was training a new Guy (would not have said Guy then) I was setting off for Australia the next day, with My Wife at the time, plus two Children. Five weeks on the SS Australis, a Creek Liner. I called the club up, "Not coming in tonight Larry!" He laughed, called me chicken. Too right.
My Dad kept a Pub, got into a few fights in those establishments.
I found when dealing with more than one, you had to put them down, one or two hits, maximum.
Break a nose, punches to the throat. But you had to make sure to quickly clear your space.
The Cavern did not serve alcohol, but the customers did get passes to cross the street to the Grapes. Their pass meant nothing if they came back drunk!
The Blue Angel was a real nightclub. My first night, a Fri. night, quite busy, mostly local University types, no trouble. Working with Larry, ex SAS Trooper (only found that out, when he passed away, I was living in Toronto then) A right maniac! Two non-members came in, joined the lineup, of course, Larry had gone downstairs for a couple of drinks for us, Coke, not booze.
"Mike, these two Gents are non-members and have no one to sign them in" they were already 5m inside the door. The fight was on. One was just knocked out, no fuss. His tall buddy, in a nice suit, was quite a handful, I left him hurt. Larry arrived just in time to throw them down the steps, into the street.
The good part of that altercation, it was viewed by the Uni types, who kept telling me "Tony knows me!" as I asked them for their membership cards. Tony was the handicapped chap who took the money and checked the members in.
Saturday night! Uni scarves a flying, cards held up... "Hi, Mike" "Hi Mike" like parrots."
My last night, was a Fri night, Larry was training a new Guy (would not have said Guy then) I was setting off for Australia the next day, with My Wife at the time, plus two Children. Five weeks on the SS Australis, a Creek Liner. I called the club up, "Not coming in tonight Larry!" He laughed, called me chicken. Too right.
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